Elder Ivan King
The book is about Life on “Crack Street” (Crack-Cocaine),
this is a true story written to show how the power of God can deliver out of
bondage from Crack-Cocaine and any other addiction. The book was written to
target pre-teens, teenagers, family members of addicted persons, and especially
to persons who are struggling with the addicted lifestyle. The language of the
book is in the Inter City style except it does not cross the line. The reading
is easy which will help it to be a must read hard to put down book.
Currently on the recovery, personal growth, inspirational,
religious and self-help markets, there is no book on this subject; yet Crack-Cocaine
use is spreading at an alarming rate, it is no respecter of persons of professions.
Chapter One talks about early life and the road to the Crack
Life and the vehicle being not knowing who you are (identity crisis). Chapter
Three talks about the out of control person on Crack Cocaine and the spiritual
destruction it does in every area of life. Chapter Five A.D. (After Drugs) contains
the happy ending of how God use the most unlikely (was beaten with a baseball
bat) way to bring deliverance from drugs. It shows how God can restore; build-up
and make new things appear in a person life after submitting to his will.
Elder Ivan enjoys spreading the good news of victory and
salvation through the Lord Jesus Christ. As an Evangelist, he goes into the
jails, prisons, and the streets to find those who seek deliverance and the opportunity
to turn their lives around.
Ivan writes from first hand experience. He graduated from the
University of Hard Knocks where he received his degree in the trials and perils
of living the “street life”.
Today, the very thing that nearly destroyed his life and has
come out to be what God has used to save it! He isn’t just a drug counselor,
but he gave counsel for all addictions and motivates men and women to seek help
and refuge by “looking unto Jesus, the Author, and the Finisher of our
faith.”
Elder Ivan also works as a Claims Examiner for a local healthcare
organizer in Detroit, Michigan and enjoys playing chess, tennis, and having
a good time with the family.
He can be e-mailed at Irking@prodigy.net.
I moved to Detroit, Michigan, in 1985. When I left Mobile,
Alabama, there was no crack-cocaine in that city.
My first visual contact with crack was by watching television.
The local new was talking about how this drug was in high demand, and there
is no cure for those who were addicted to crack.
“Crack?” I said. “What kind of a stupid fool
would get hooked on some trashcan cheap drug like that?” Some years later,
I would have to eat these words.
I was the new kid on the block. I had a new walk, a new talk,
a new job, and a new high that was crack’s cousin – powder cocaine.
Yeah, cocaine fueled my brain. I thought it made me powerful.
It was “the drug of champions”. Cocaine is the playmate for the
corporate party animal.
“I’m special,” I said, because cocaine dealers
always search me out to test their product.
I thought I was some kind of “prophet” in the drug
game – on top of the heap! Man, I was a legend in my own mind. I paid
good money for the quality of my high. I felt superior to anyone who smoked
crack. I thought: How dare they compare crack to cocaine? I hit the
fast lane and really didn’t know anything about crack, save a TV news
report about it. Somebody once said, “What you don’t know can’t
hurt you.” Truth is what you don’t know will kill you!
They are cousins; without cocaine, you can’t get crack.
And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an
angel of light.
Therefore it is no great thing if his ministries also be transformed
As the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.
2 Corinthians 11:14-15, KJV
