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A High Man’s Words

In my early twenties, I heard a piece of wisdom that stuck with me for next twenty years: “A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts.” Today, it played out that a high man’s words worked the same way.

Smoking marijuana is legal in the state of Colorado, where we live, and there are no limitations (yet?) on when or where a person can get high, like there are with alcohol. That’s why my husband and I were surprised-not-surprised when we got into our recreation center’s hot tub and found our hot tub neighbor falling asleep in the water because he was high. He scared himself awake, apologized, and began speaking to us in the way that marijuana smokers do.

A Hard Year

He was a man in his fifties, who had lost his wife of seventeen years last year, and was still in the throes of grief. Over and over, he insisted that my husband not mess up the beautiful relationship we had. He praised the love of a good woman, and he got choked up with tears when his words reminded him of his own loss. He spoke about how he just wants to talk with his wife one more time. He talked about his teenage daughters and how he was just not enough to cover the absence of their mother.

At first, we began praying for him covertly, then moved to overtly. After the first round of prayer, he turned away from us because he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. Although we encouraged him to let them flow, he was embarrassed to cry. When he composed himself, he returned to saying the same three to five sentences over and over again, because he was high. We smiled, nodded, and moved to hold his hands—one each—so that we could pray for him for real.

A Powerful Prayer

Imagine this scene: a large, older man is sitting in a large hot tub with two strangers around him, one holding each hand, and praying in the name of Yeshua. He is clearly high, and he’s crying like he’s never cried before. He stops himself by growling from time to time, trying to compose himself, but we just keep praying over him.

We prayed for healing, and we prayed for freedom from tormenting thoughts. We prayed for renewal, for the hope of a new life after the sudden loss of his old life. He cried and cried, and we knew he received breakthrough. Then, we invited him to our house for dinner this week. He may or may not come because he may or may not remember us, but I’m so glad that we ran into him when he was in a state where he couldn’t pretend everything was okay, anymore.

Today, a high man’s words got him flooded by prayer from the servants of the God who loves him more than life itself.

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