by Melvin
(Martin, TN USA)
James Hogancamp Personal Testimony
A personal testimony written by James Hogancamp
From a 23 year drug addiction to a life with Christ
I started using drugs in the 7th grade. Starting out with pot which I was addicted to since my first high, by high school I was doing cocaine, acid, hash, weed, and drinking heavy. Getting high is what I was living for. Involved in a life of crime I went through a lot of trouble at school finally quitting in the 10th grade before they could kick me out. My family was a really good family. My mother a true Christian, who did all she could to get me to do right. Thank God for her prayers all through my life. My father, a hard worker, and provided well for our family. All my sisters were doing well, but here I was addicted to any thing that made me feel good----sex, drugs, drinking, selling drugs, taking things that didn't belong to me. By 19, I had got married because she was pregnant. So after moving out from my family my life style really got worse. I stayed in trouble with the law and my wife was tired of all the troubles and wanted me to stop. However I was already living to get high and that was my only goal. A move from Illinois to Tennessee was what I thought might help me and my wife because we didn't know anyone in Tennessee, but it didn't stop me. It just led to many trips to Illinois and before long I was in divorce. I was heavily involved in drugs in Tennessee before long. Soon I had got a DUI in Kentucky and drug charges which I got out of too easy. After making bond I got another DUI and drug charges in Tennessee. And soon got another charge in Kentucky again for the same thing and out of all I got out too easy. By now I was using more cocaine than I was selling. Going in the hole and needing another high I stole $23,000.00 from a store and took off to get high. The law was after me. After a couple of weeks and getting down to the last $7,000.00 I needed to go and buy more drugs. As I got to the place the guy I was buying from, the police came in to bust him and caught me while there, so off to jail I go. And again got another break. After 120 days, I was released on house arrest. I never stopped getting high though even in jail. About a month after getting out I ripped off a drug dealer and left town again. Soon I ran out of money and went back to Tennessee where I did some praying before turning myself in, but God knew I wasn't sincere. I took drugs in the jail when I turned myself in but lied to my family trying to make them think I had changed. Again I got out and went through a couple of rehabs and got married again. No matter what I done though in life I still kept getting high. I had many breaks on house arrest as long as I was paying money. During this period is when I was introduced to meth and this drug kept me up all the time. I soon went through another divorce and got in more trouble with the law. I kept on the move as much as possible. I soon moved to Mississippi and left there to go back to Illinois where I was raised. I had my own body shop and all the drugs I wanted and I thought life was going really good. I began selling heroin, cocaine, meth, and weed by the pounds. Again much partying led to more trouble with the law and I finally had to sign the shop back over to the man I was buying it from. I went to Missouri, Tennessee, and Mississippi causing trouble. In Mississippi, I was living on a house boat and I got involved in killing two people over drugs. Not willing to face these charges, I began to run again. At this time I had been on drugs for 23 years and sure wasn't going to go a day without them. I have left much out of this, a lot of trouble, and so many times I should have been dead. I stole money from my mother. During this process I lost my father and had a close friend killed. My life consisted of sex, drugs, drinking, and many good jobs that I let go. However, I have told you enough bad to know what I was about. Now is the time to tell you the most amazing part of my life. First of all, Thank God for a praying mother and sisters. When these killings went down my thoughts were I could get to Southern Illinois and sell enough meth to get me out of the country, but my plans didn't go as I had intended them to. I ended up in Heyworth, Illinois on my knees, crying out to God to forgive me and to help me to change my ways. At first I didn't feel anything and the devil kept saying it's too late and that I had done too much and that God didn't love me. But that made me cry out all the more. Two of my sisters were there with me and one of them came over to give me a hug. As she touched me, God touched both of us. I went one way a shouting and she went the other way a shouting. The Spirit of the Lord God was
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