I decided to be a faithful lover of God when I was 17, but it took me a while to understand all that might imply for living my life. When I turned 18 in November, I made it a habit to get drunk every weekend (the legal drinking age was 18 back then). I was a happy drunk, and as far as I know, I didn’t hurt anyone while drunk. By May, however, I had come to realize that excessive consumption of alcohol was not doing anything to glorify or honor God. I imagined that my friends who saw me in my inebriated state had less respect for anything I might say to encourage them to draw closer to God. Perhaps it was my conscience speaking to me, or perhaps it was the Holy Spirit. Whatever the source, it was right!
While I didn’t know how to phrase it back then, I think I realized deep down that I was living a double life. On Sundays and the days I was meeting for worship, fellowship, and Bible study, I was living an upright life, but on Saturdays, I was doing whatever I pleased. When I committed myself to follow God, I didn’t just commit some days of the week — I commit my whole life, every single moment of every single day.