You know the scene - you see your mates and you’re talking about the night before – what a great buzz, what a great session you had when you all did that ounce together...

...But come on let’s face it, that’s what you’ve been doing for the past – how long? Bit sad innit? Bit of a waste of life?

And if you’re really honest you’ve got to admit (at least to yourself) that your head has been right in the shed since you got heavily into weed. Maybe you’ve been on a few too many pills as well or a bit of Charlie – whatever!

Maybe the sessions with your mates are not so good after all – maybe it’s all a bit squalid and seedy. Let’s face it: weed is the most efficient way to get depressed and mash your head up for a tenner. Are you like so many who actually lie about loving it – but really you’re just so empty and fed up with it, with everything, with life?

Do you want to break free? Do you want to get your head straight and break out of all the deception?

Then read the story below of how people like me have been there right in it… and then broken free. (On the other hand you might just disregard it and carry on in your ‘cool’ dream world).

My story

Me and my mates got into weed and it was all a bit of a laugh at first – we’d get the giggles and the munchies and have a really good time.

But after a while things started to change. For one, we were smoking a lot more. But the main thing was that the atmosphere between us all started to change. It was like we were no longer mates but associates who just used and skanked one another. There was always tension. One thing that I particularly remember was how at least once a week, maybe, one of us used to get a bit of a conscience and say to rest of us, “Lad’s, I’m packing it in, I’m sick of it”. The rest of us would turn on him and say he was a “light weight” and couldn’t “hack it”. I was well trapped. Weed became the total centre of my life.

But then I found Jesus and He became the centre of my life. Being a Christian doesn’t mean I became all ‘nice’ and don’t know the score. I’m not talking of a religious, self-righteous Jesus who stares gloomily down from a stained glass window. But a Jesus who’s alive and who transformed my life from the inside out.