Unity is not found in uniformity of thought, but in the fellowship of the Spirit, based on sound doctrine which, in turn, is predicated on the clear teaching of Scripture. This is why Paul exhorts us to “mark them which cause divisions and offenses contrary to the doctrine which ye have learned; and avoid them” (Rom 16:17). The false prophets call for unity based not on Scriptural doctrine, but on their [the false prophets] claim for authority. Those who insist on fellowship based on sound doctrine are labeled legalists, while the false prophets are the ones imposing unscriptural demands upon those who follow them.
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Jane_Foster

Jane_Foster

Have you come from a broken home?

I have. My father was replaced byanother man when I was four. The next time I saw my dad was in juniorhigh. I was at a movie on Atwood Ave. with my sister. Halfway throughthe show my sister asked if she could introduce me to someone – myfather.

Did you know what it’s like to see someone you love change beforeyour eyes into someone you can’t stand – because of alcohol? I do.Every night my mom and stepdad drank vodka and water. Starting at 5:00pm, they’d finish a quart to a half gallon bottle by 7:00 pm.

Have you ever been so messed up by drugs you couldn’t get back towhere you came from? I have. Three times specifically I recall veryunpleasant experiences with acid. The first time was when I got mybicycle outside of Stoughton & took off down the road, high. I becameso disoriented , I rode back and forth fron one hour on the same road,unable to understand why I couldn’t think straight to get back whereI’d been.

Another time I was in the Arboretum with 3 friends & we spentseveral hours walking in a circle trying to figure out how to get out.We were so stoned, we couldn’t get our bearings.

The third time was when I was at college in Oshkosh & a boy gave mea hit of acid in his dorm room. The high intensified & he stared makingpasses at me. Wanting to escape, I walked out into the hall, only tofind the walls moving. The boy walked me back to my dorm & I spent theentire night & the next day so stoned I feared for my life. I laid inbed & waited for sanity to return.

Have you ever run away? I have. My senior year in high school, anhonor student, I skipped school. I spent the afternoon drinking beer. Italked my boyfriend into running away to Canada. Fro the next month weslept in a park in Canada, nobody knowing where we were. The day of mygraduation from high school, I sat by a brook in that park in Canada,crying.

Have you ever had an abortion you didn’t want to have? I have. I gotpregnant, when we got back from Canada. My boyfriend didn’t want thebaby. I did. My mother didn’t want me to have the baby. I wanted to. Ididn’t have the baby. I was the only one that wanted it. I wasn’tstrong enough to stand alone and say, “I’m keeping it.”

Have had a problem with Alcohol? I lived in Arizona six years andused the drink a twelve pack of beer a day. One time, however, I’d gonewith some friends to a border town in Mexico. I hadn’t eaten a thingfor two days because everything looked so dirty. I took a bottle oftequila and drank a pint in about ten minutes. I was awake for aboutanother five minutes as I passed out cold with dry heaves.

Have you ever dealt with an addiction you couldn’t stop? I have. Ismoked pot for sixteen years, starting every morning until I went tobed. It got so bad at the end that my head felt like it was going toexplode from the pressure I’d get after I’d get high.

Have you been married more than once? I have. Three times.

Have you ever felt like you didn’t want to live anymore? I have.

I prayed for 16 years that my mom & dad would quit drinking. Mystepdad did. He got sick – he died. My mom still drinks, but not asmuch.

I quit taking acid. Never did shoot heroin. It scared me.

I still live with the remembrance that I wasn’t a part of my highschool graduation.

The pain of losing my baby to an abortion is ever before me.

I don’t drink anymore.

I prayed fervently for deliverance from the bondage of pot.. January5, 1988, the Lord answered me. I haven’t smoked since, or even had anydesire.

For 9 long months after my deliverance, I grieved. I grieved deeplywith weeping like I’ve never known. I fought for my sanity ever secondof the way as I groped my way to a life with fuller meaning.

You know what? I’ve found it. The Lord says, “When the trial isover, you shall come forth as gold.” I am here to tell you, I know &can say from the bottom of my heart, I know what its like to hurt. I’vebeen there. I’m not proud of it. I’m not bragging about it.

All I want to say is you can be washed clean. Your past can become”White as snow”. There’s only one way – through the blood of Jesus.Just ask Him and trust Him and He will set your free. There’s no highthat will ever measure up to the forgiveness found in Him.

“Jesus came into the world to save sinners. He forgives mywickedness and will remember my sin no more.”

For that, I give him all the glory, honor and praise.

I have a continual, teachable spirit.

Jane Foster