Casey Holland: The One-Step Jesus Plan
By Terri Simmons
The 700 Club
CBN.com – When I was 16 years old, I had a very bad car wreck, and my best friend at the time was in the backseat. We got t-boned, and it split my car in half. My best friend got put in a coma for three months. I didn’t know if he was going to live or die.
Having to see him like that, it put a lot of guilt, a lot of shame on me — thinking it was my fault, that I could have stopped it. So I just got mad at God, and I turned on God. I said, “I hate you, God. Forget living for God. I’m going to do my own thing.”
The only way I knew how to numb the pain was to start partying, and I saw drugs as a way out. But it wasn’t enough. I started testing drugs. All of a sudden, I wake up two years from then, and I’m snorting cocaine. I’m doing “oxycotton”.
I supported my drug habit by stealing, just selling drugs however I could do it. I’ve had many nights where I was strung out where I thought there was no way out. I lived in fear a lot, thinking these drugs have really messed me up. I always lived in fear, because I always knew what I should be doing… living for God.
I was doing drugs while I was playing high school basketball, but I was even more hooked in college on drugs. I lived a double life where I had my coaches and my parents fooled. They thought I was a good kid, but on the side, all my friends knew me as a drug addict.
I was at rock bottom, and I knew I had to go somewhere. Something had to change in my life. I can remember walking into a church called The Basement, and I felt the presence of God for the first time in my whole life. I felt God speak to my heart, and He said, “Casey, there’s a heaven and there’s a hell. Which one are you going to choose?”
I knew that night that I’d been running from God. I knew that God was real, and I needed to get it right that night. I didn’t want to leave there without Him.
I can remember I went up front to the altar, crying out to God, just bowing down. “God, if You can take these drugs away from me, if You can somehow clean me up… I know I’m a mess. I know I’m a screw-up, but if You can somehow change my life and fix me, I’ll serve You to the day I die.”
I gave my life to the Lord, and I had an encounter with Jesus Christ. Man, the coolest thing about it is I walked in that church a drug addict, but I didn’t need a six-month plan, no eight-month rehab. I made a one-step to Jesus plan, and He saved me. He delivered me. He set me free in one night. I have never been the same since.
After the service, I remember calling a couple of my old buddies, some of my old drug dealers and I said, “Look man, I can’t hang out with you no more. I got saved tonight. If you want to hang out, you can come with me to church.”
Even after all the partying, all the drugs, all the cocaine and the wild stuff I’ve done, God still loved me. God still had a plan for me. He still wanted to use me. He didn’t give up on me. I have a satisfaction inside of me that I can’t explain – that no drugs, no high has ever gotten me.
I’ve never been so passionate about anything in my life as I am for God.