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New Beginnings...........

 

"Let Your Light Shine"

 

My name is Kevin Davis I am twenty nine years old. I was born in Richmond, Virginia. I moved to North Carolina when I was five years old. I have two brothers and one sister of which I am the oldest. My mother has struggled with alcohol and drug addiction for as long as I can remember. My father was away working all the time to support us. We never went to church as a family. The word of God or the name Jesus was never spoken in my household. I remember feeling empty as a child as though something were missing.

I began to search for what was missing and at the age of fourteen. I thought I had found it in marijuana and alcohol. By the age of fifteen I had experimented with powder cocaine and crack cocaine. I stole, manipulated, and schemed to feed my addiction to alcohol and crack. By the age of sixteen I had been kicked out of school, put in jail, and had three felonies on my record. I was placed on probation for five years and had an eight o’clock curfew. I remember crying out to God during this time to help me change. I specifically asked him to send me someone who could help me. Not long after that prayer God sent Katie into my life. Her father is a minister. At one point I enrolled in the Christian school that she went to. During a chapel service I accepted Christ into my life. The problem was, I didn’t know how to have a real relationship with Christ. I didn’t even have a chance to finish out the year there before, yet again, I was kicked out of school.

I was eighteen and Katie was seventeen when she first became pregnant. We moved out of our parents' homes and got an apartment of our own. I began to drink and party more excessively because of this newfound freedom. This lifestyle eventually led me back to jail.

My alcohol and drug addiction became even worse. Only six months after our first son was born we were expecting another child. Then one day it hit me, I’m nineteen years old, back living with my parents, addicted to alcohol and crack, have one child and another on the way. I had no way to support my family because I could not stay sober for any significant length of time. Seeking help I checked into a detox center where I stayed for a week. I thought this was enough time for me to make a plan for recovery. Just as soon as I thought things were going well I had an accident on a dirt bike. My foot was almost completely severed from my leg. I was lucky the doctors were able to re-attach my foot to my leg and I could still walk.

I was prescribed strong narcotics for the pain. I soon became addicted to those and was taking more than I was prescribed. I moved to High Point where Katie and the children were and we once again got our own place. Even though I was taking pain pills by the handfuls I managed to accomplish a few things. I received my GED, two years of college, my second son was born, and Katie and I were married.

This last fall took a lot out of me. During the course of a month I had gotten my second DWI, violated my probation, lost my job, lost my families respect, and lost my own will to live. I remember getting on my knees and asking God to help me or to take me out of this world. I needed help, but I thought I had already tried everything until I heard about Teen Challenge.   I figured I would give Teen Challenge a try.

I entered into the program within twenty four hours of speaking with the Intake Coordinator. The word of God was poured into me daily. I surrendered my life to Jesus Christ and built a strong relationship with Him there. God has changed me completely through the program of Teen Challenge. I have a strong foundation to stand on now. Light has been shown into the darkness that I once knew. My family has been restored. That which I was once missing has been found.

The verse I cling to is II Corinthians 4: 6 and 10. “For God who said, let light shine out of darkness, made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may be revealed in our body.” My heart’s desire is to share with others what Jesus has done in my life, in hopes His light may shine into their darkness!

 

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From the Director........Rev. Dennis Kyseth

 

This year Greater Piedmont Teen Challenge is celebrating “Thirty-five years of changed lives”. I know that some of you who are reading this newsletter have stood by us for all thirty-five years. God bless you for your faithfulness! You have planted seed into this ministry and watched it grow. You have stored up treasure in heaven.

In 1975, our budget was about $25,000.00. This coming fiscal year beginning on May 1, 2010, our budget will be approximately $715,000.00. Our ministry began in a little two bedroom house on Tucker Street in Burlington as a project of Burlington Assembly of God Church. After a short while, we outgrew that facility and moved to the old Bennett College property on highway seventy just west of Burlington. Today, that property is the Charlotte Hawkins Brown Memorial site property. Then in 1981, we moved to our present location at 1912 Boulevard Street in Greensboro. This was formerly the John Wesley College property before they moved to High Point.

God has had His hand on us from the moment of conception in 1975. Neither time nor space would allow me to share with you all of the miracles we have experienced during this time. Buildings and finances are necessary for any ministry to operate, but they are not the ministry. It’s what is taking place here in the lives of the men and their families that are really important. Literally thousands of lives have been touched and changed as a result of your giving and our being here. Not only have you blessed those who entered our program, but the many thousands who call requesting guidance and counseling over the telephones.

Out of the more than two-hundred Teen Challenge centers in the United States, we rank among the top five. We have been good stewards that wisely and prudently used the funds you have given. Everything we spend here whether it is money for the staff or money to pay the electric bill is a benefit to the students who come here seeking deliverance and healing from the terrible bondage of drug addiction. Manny marriages have been restored though our Marriage and Family Restoration Program.

The Holy Spirit, speaking through the great Apostle Paul, says to us in Galatians 6:9, 10 “And let us not be weary in well doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. As we therefore have opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith.” That means to keep on keeping on.

I know many of you are going through difficult times, we all are. But the finish line is in sight, press on. I want to take this opportunity to express my deepest appreciation and gratitude to God and the many of you who have answered the call to partner with Teen Challenge. Your giving has not been in vain. Thousands walk in freedom today because you gave. One day in heaven you will meet them.

We have God’s Word, which promises us a harvest of blessing! If I were there with you I would be shaking your hand or hugging your neck. Until then, this heartfelt letter will need to suffice. I love you and God loves you, too!

                                                                   

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                                       Motherhood

 

A woman, renewing her driver’s license at the County Clerk’s office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. “What I mean is, “explained the recorder, “do you have a job or are you just a …?” Of course I have a job,” snapped the woman. “I’m a Mom.” “We don’t list Mom as an occupation, housewife covers it,” said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed a high sounding title like, “Official Interrogator” or “Town Registrar.”

“What is your occupation?” she probed. What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out. “I’m a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.”

The clerk paused, ball-point frozen in mid-air and looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire. “Might I ask,” said the clerk with new interest, “just what you do in your field?”

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, “I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn’t?) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I’m working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (Any mother care to disagree?) And I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers, and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.” There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk’s voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants – ages 13, 7 and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another Mom;” motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially, when there’s a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers “Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations” and great grandmothers “Executive Senior Research Associates?”

Happy Mother’s Day to all of our precious Moms!

  

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Development Director...........Allen Hunt 

 

As the weather warms and flowers bloom, we get a sense of renewal and liberation from many months of lifeless skylines and long dark nights. Recently, we gathered in celebration of Jesus’ victory over death and the cross. He became the embodiment of our sins and took our rightful place on that cross, set atop Calvary. Like spring flowers, a new life blooms in us when we place our faith in Him and make Him Lord of our life.

The book of Mark tells us that, Jesus, while in the Temple, witnessed donations being made by the wealthy and he compared their offering to that of a poor widow who donated only two mites, the least valuable coins available at the time. Jesus observed that this sum was everything she had to her name, while the other people gave only a small portion of their own wealth.

By this illustration, Jesus presents us with an important question. “Who is more praiseworthy--a rich man who gives a small portion of his vast wealth to charity, or a poor person who gives all that they own?” Jesus challenges us to reconsider what true worship and charity means. It’s not a matter of how much you give, but the spirit in which you give it.

Jesus wants more of us than ten percent on Sunday and colorful hymns on Wednesday night. He wants the mite that lay hidden in our hearts. He wants our all.

I want to challenge you to ask the Lord today, “Is there still left a mite that I have yet to give?” Our heavenly Father gave His only begotten Son, so that we may have life and have it abundantly. I pray that each of us today will live in that abundant life and not spare the mite for the sake of the frail security of earthly treasures.