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Pastor Rick Warren (0:02)
Hey there everybody. Welcome to Pastor Rick's Daily Hope. We are so glad that you've tuned in. You know, today Pastor Rick Warren is going to continue a brand new series called Seeing Through God's Eyes. Now in this series, he'll dive into the Bible to help us discover how God sees us and how we can start seeing life from his perspective. And now here's Rick with the final part of a message called seeing yourself as God sees you.
Pastor Tom (0:32)
God says you are acceptable and you are valuable and the cross proves your value. And the people who told you growing up you're worthless were liars. They were wrong, dead wrong. They were lying. You were of infinite value. And if God says you're of value, it doesn't matter what anybody else has said to you. Notice this verse on the back of your outline. God says in Isaiah 43, 4, read it with me. You are precious to me. I want you to hear Joke's story. Give him a warm welcome.
Joke (1:19)
I grew up in a very unstable and dysfunctional home. My mother married five different men and had numerous boyfriends. In addition to that, she was constantly in and out of mental hospitals. When I was in kindergarten, my dad hooked up his boat the Dreamer and never came home. That sent my mom back into the mental hospital. Growing up, I lived in 28 different homes, sometimes with my mom and sometimes not. And due to all the shuffling around, I went to 16 different schools. By the time I graduated high school, there was zero stability in my life and I grew up feeling unloved, unworthy and uncared for. I saw very little value in myself or anyone else for that matter. I would often cry myself to sleep and wondering why my dad had abandoned us kids and wondering if it was my fault. When my mom wasn't in the hospital, she would often be so depressed that I rarely saw her out of her room. We were on welfare and I did the grocery shopping with food stamps that wasn't any fun for a 13 year old. Then in the summer of 1976, my little sister Jody drowned in the Chena River. She was on shore. Some friends and I were on Little island which we had canoed over to. One of the guys as a joke, pushed the canoe off the island. Jody waded in after it and got caught in the current below the island and was swept downstream. The river was high and muddy. I swam straight across the main stem of the river. I was afraid of swimming right towards her, that I would also get caught in the current and drown too. That left me with many years of regrets. I can still remember seeing the look on her face and in her eyes. She was totally panicked and at the mercy of the river. When I reached the other side, I ran downstream as she was approaching a bend in the river. There was an eddy in the bend. I was 25ft from her when I dove in. The eddy pulled me upstream and her downstream. That was the last I saw of her. I kept diving down and feeling around with my hands because I couldn't see under the water. It was too muddy. After a while, a guy nicknamed Cowboy dragged me up on a canoe and took me to the other side of the river and told me to go home. There was nothing more I could do. She was gone. I can still remember walking and running, stumbling home and crying and screaming in rage and anger, in a total sense of loss. I felt worthless, hopeless, helpless and angry. Standing in the shower, watching mud or water flow down the drain, I blamed God, wondering how something like this could happen. I wished I had died. Instead. That day, my life took a turn for the worst. I went down by the river and smoked my first pot and drank my first beer to deal with the pain. By the time I was a senior in high school, pot was a daily habit. It was a self medication that dulled the pain and emotional turmoil so I didn't have to deal with it. My life continued the pattern that I learned as a child. Run from responsibility. After high school, I joined the Navy but was irresponsible and went AWOL for six months. When I finally turned myself in, I was discharged with an other than honorable discharge. Just another reinforcement that I was a loser and a victim. I was a very unhappy camper. So I continued escaping through my habits of drugs, sex, lying, cheating and stealing. And I continued running from city to city. Nothing worked. While bartending, I went to bed with so many different women, it's all a blur. On Christmas of 1994, I visited my sister here in Lake Forest, California and I ended up at Celebrate Recovery here at Saddleback Church. The warmth, welcome and unconditional love I felt here was so overwhelming I bawled my head off. Kind of like now at my first small group meeting. So I moved to Lake Forest and began attending Saddleback and Celebrate Recovery. Every week I'd come to church here, listen to the wonderful music and feel like Pastor Rick and the pastors were talking right to me. But then go home and get high because I was suicidal. I was unconnected, not involved. I don't know how many times I'd start towards recovery and then go somewhere else. Then I got another wake up call. In 1996, a tumor on my neck proved to be Hodgkin's disease, a type of cancer. During all the treatments, I lost almost 30 pounds from throwing up. Somewhere in the middle of one of my ralphing sessions, I started laughing and crying and ralphing and realized that I didn't want to die. I decided I wanted to live. So I got involved in the cancer support group at Saddleback and once again I experienced God's grace and kindness through other people. It was in my despair. The second time I had cancer, I turned my life again back over to Jesus Christ. I had made a simple commitment as a child, but never grew because of all the chaos in our home. Now as an adult, I begin to get to know the real God. Loving, caring, forgiving and full of grace. As I read the Bible, I learned how God sees me, which was very different from the way I had always seen myself. And I learned that although I was abandoned over and over growing up, God would never abandon me or leave me. As Pastor Rick often says, God wants to take our greatest hurts and turn them into our greatest ministry. Today I can relate to a lot of people because of the pain I've been through and the way God has worked in my life to heal me. One of my favorite verses is Hebrews 13:5, where God says, never will I leave you. From experience I can tell you this. I've tried going to counselors, psychiatrists, depression groups, staying busy, staying high, taking prescription meds and all other kinds of solutions to relieve my depression. But nothing worked as well as committing my life to Jesus Christ. Pills and pot didn't do it. I was treating symptoms, not the root cause. I needed to face all the wreckage of my past, things done to me, things I have done to others, and the bad choices that I've made. Learning to see myself as valuable to God helped me break out of the vicious cycle of depression and disconnectedness. Now, through our Saddleback Church family and our Celebrate Recovery Program, I have a group of men who are true godly friends and brothers. Every day I thank God for the people he's brought into my life through Saddleback. Most of all, I thank Jesus for accepting me and loving me and forgiving me. And I thank him for considering me valuable and capable of being used by him to help others. Now it is such a blessing to be of service to others. I serve out of a grateful heart and for all the miracles God has given me through my relationship with Him. And I thank God for my wonderful wife that I met here at Saddleback and married here on April 4, Fool's Day, two years ago. In closing, let me say that if you felt rejected or abandoned in your life, there is someone who understands he loves you, he wants you, and he thinks you are valuable. His name is Jesus Christ, and he is waiting for you to come to him. Thank you.
