Jason would come into God’s Storehouse to eat with us. What I remember most was how patient and loving he was with his little girl. I remember the kindness in his eyes. He was so frail and the addiction was taking its toll, but he always thanked us for his meals.
One day we stopped seeing him which isn’t uncommon. We’ve learned to love while people are in our grasp. The window is sometimes small.
What we didn’t know was that he was in jail. He was facing 100 years, but God already had a plan.
He went to jail for two years and used that time to learn more about Jesus and about the law. What I love is that his wasn’t just ”jail house religion.” Once he got home, God sent him to Tammy Harmon at the Hope House and he rebuilt his life.
Want to hear something miraculous? When Jason gave his life to Christ, he meant it. He called Barry and he got baptized in the winter when Chestnut Creek water was freezing. The most amazing part was that some of our police officers who were used to arresting him stood on the banks and encouraged him. 😭😭
Jason did the work and God changed his entire life.
He has been clean for 2 years! 2 YEARS!
One day he was drinking an energy drink and it made him sick because it reminded him of vodka. We celebrated because at that moment he knew for sure alcohol had lost its grip🙌🏾🙌🏾 (alcohol IS a drug y’all)
What I love most about Jason is that he shows up and he works hard. He is the only person I’ve ever known who can work as hard as my dad. I also love the way he honors my parents. ❤️❤️❤️
He and my dad are the men’s group leaders for our Celebrate Recovery Tribe. He has taught my dad so much about addiction.
Jason, I love you!! Thank you for jumping in the trenches and leading people out of addiction.