This is just one powerful example of a life-changing experience. "Don't give up hope before the miracle happens.
Transformed by His Word: Called to Hope
by Terry P.*
The Word Among Us
January, 2014
“Three weeks without a drink: I was hanging on by my
fingernails. I was on a long-planned vacation with friends and had come armed
with literature from the Alcoholics Anonymous program I had joined. But I
despaired of ever getting what the AA people had—a sure faith in their “Higher
Power” that they could stay sober, one day at a time.
One Sunday at Mass, missalette in hand, I followed the first
and second readings of the day. Then, as we stood to hear the Gospel, the
Alleluia verse pierced my heart with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes:
May the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ enlighten the eyes of our heart, that
we might see how great is the hope to which we are called (Ephesians
1:17-18). I tore the page from the missalette and folded it into the palm of
my hand, gripping it tightly, as if to assure my hanging onto the hope that St.
Paul was talking about.
That mind-blowing verse called me to hope, yet I was not
suddenly struck sober. In the days that followed, I continued to suffer and
experience powerful cravings for a drink. But I didn’t give in. I wore out the
torn missalette page that reminded me of the promise—a hope that I was incapable
of fulfilling on my own. Over and over, I willed my unwilling self to answer
God’s call and stay sober.
Hour by Hour. Between swimming and sunning on the beach, I
read my AA books and went to an AA meeting in a building across the road from a
bar and poolroom. I could hear the click of the pool balls and thought I could
hear the drinks being poured as the AA speaker told us of the hope for a sober
day that meetings gave him.
A million times that week, especially when ordering bottled
water while others ordered cocktails, I silently repeated the AA slogan: “The
first drink gets you drunk.” With all my heart, I prayed that God would
enlighten the eyes of my heart so that I would know the hope of new life in
Christ.
When I got back home, I called out to the Lord more and
more. Often I pounded on my desk at work, as I prayed for hope that God’s power
would keep me from a drink for the next hour. Then, when the next hour came, I
would pray, “Thank you for the last hour, Lord. Now you must give me your power
in which I hope again.”
How Great a Hope! I got what I prayed for—the ability not to
drink, the grace to be faithful to what I was learning in AA about changing the
way I lived.
The Gospel acclamation that God gave me during my vacation
became my prayer in the toughest, darkest moments: “Lord, please open me to the
hope that is mine as your daughter.” One day three months later, I realized that
I had not thought of a drink for an entire morning, and I thanked God for the
respite from the cravings.
The hope I had been offered was moving from my head to my
heart. It opened me more to God’s power. It energized me to put one foot in
front of the other, to count my blessings, and to thank the Lord for keeping me
sober each day.
In that one moment at Mass, the Spirit grabbed my heart,
opened my eyes, and showed me that I had the right to hope in God’s power to
help me change. I know now that I can live as God wants me to live—happy,
joyful, and free. One day at a time, I thank God.”
*A pseudonym has been used
at the author’s request.
Note: We are grateful to the publisher for such
articles as well as five that specifically mention Venerable Matt
Talbot.