I haven't been to a meeting in several weeks, and before then for several months, but I was asked last night to come and give a friend a sobriety cake, to which I was honored to accept. A total of 119 years of sobriety were celebrated last night, so to say the room was filled with excitement and glee is an understatement.
After all of the cake-takers gave their speeches, the guest leader of the meeting shared his alcoholic/sobriety story, and talked about his prison time...the fights...the illegal activity...the divorce...all as a result of alcohol. He said when he finally hit bottom, he crawled into the rooms of AA a broken man, and finally got clean and sober.
I spent the remainder of the meeting processing that word through my mind. Brokenness. To him it was such a dire thing, his rock bottom. But I dare say,
we are so lucky, us alcoholics.
We are broken.
Our brokenness brings humility.
Our brokenness points us to a Higher Power in control of our lives.
It shows us we are not in charge.
Our brokenness directs us to look around and see how we can help others.
To assist the weak out of their brokenness.
Through alcoholism Jesus brought me to His Kingdom. Through alcoholism I was broken, and saw life in a new Light. Everyday I learn to be grateful for my disease.
What a Gift.