by Garth Kant from wnd.com
WASHINGTON – “I assure you, I didn’t know what I was doing,” the pastor confided. But he had tried everything else and nothing worked, so why not?
He had gotten nowhere trying to help a damsel in deep distress.
She was just an average American girl next door. No obvious sign of any problems. But she had a secret, and it was killing her.
She was a very happy, seemingly well-adjusted young woman with a good family. A Christian who loved Jesus and was not ashamed or afraid to say so. No overt sign of problems or propensity to get into trouble. Except, every few months, for about two years, she had an inexplicable and uncharacteristic compulsion to use drugs.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
“Something would come over her, and her eyes would totally glaze over,” recalled pastor Karl Payne. “And she’d say, ‘I should kill myself, I’ve failed God, I failed my parents, nothing goes right.’”
Wracked with destructive thoughts and remorse, this was completely out of character for her. The pastor did the only thing he knew to do, but it wasn’t working.
“We’d talk about how, with Jesus, failure is never final and discuss the Bible, and she’d be OK. And then a few months later, she’d come by again and say, ‘I know you don’t believe me, but something just pushed me. And I just couldn’t stop it. I don’t know how to stop it, and then I feel guilty.’” Read more at WND.com