For the past eight years, I have been the associate pastor at my local church, but that all came to an end a month ago after I confessed my struggle with alcohol to the church’s elder board. Within a few days of my confession, I had officially resigned and, that Sunday, my resignation was announced to the church body.
The time leading up to my resignation was plagued by a series of starts and stops in regards to drinking. I knew when I drank, I drank too much, but my mind kept telling me each time I started drinking that this time it would be different. It never was. I could never drink just one night. I could never drink just one drink. When I drank, I always wanted more.
Throughout my addiction, I was largely alone for one simple reason:
I was afraid.