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Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

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“He loved me as I was; He had reached into my darkness and sat with me there. He didn’t blame me for my faults or struggles. He hadn’t grown impatient with my endless cycles of failure, and He wasn’t going to. He didn’t show me this kindness because of my good qualities or characteristics, or because I had potential. He didn’t save me because of my track record, but in spite of it.”

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“I realized I’d been teetering on a cliff for a very long time now. I needed to find something stable to build my life on, something solid and reliable. I would need help, but after tonight, I realized I hadn’t ever been entirely alone in this battle. At first light, the moment the hue of the darkness began to lift, I forced myself to get up and take my first wobbly step towards freedom.”

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“Thus ages pass, and men after men. Mourning voices of women weeping. So the world passes; day follows day, and the dust gathers, his tomb crumbles, as time gnaws it, and his kith and kindred out of ken dwindle. So men flicker and in the mirk go out. The world withers and wind rises; the candles are quenched. Cold falls the night. It's dark! It's dark, and doom is coming! Is no light left us?”

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“So who will I get today?’ asked one eagerly, ‘The most beautiful of them all,’ chuckled the eunuch. ‘What is she called?’ ‘Phulwati, Mrignaini, Meethi, Champa...’ Hira began reciting the poetic list of names. Little did the boys know that the whores down below were bald, toothless hags, some marked with pox, others filled with pus. The warm blanket of darkness made them all beautiful.”

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