I returned home and began dismantling my old life, systematically burning, smashing and otherwise voiding myself of anything that I felt would be an offence to Jesus. Bootleg CD's and video cassettes, pirated software, and a collection of pornography that was as vast as it was depraved, were all destroyed along with letters and photographs from old girlfriends.
As if in appreciation of my efforts to purify myself, Jesus himself stepped in and performed a second miracle in my life. He totally wiped away my desire for alcohol. A single drink at that stage might have blown my new life to bits, but now there was not the slightest temptation to imbibe, not even when I was in a room full of people who were drinking.
But not all was smooth sailing.
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