“Sometimes I am two people. Johnny is the nice one. and Cash causes all my trouble. They fight.” —Johnny Cash
By his own estimation, he had wrecked virtually every car he ever owned, totaled two Jeeps and a camper, and overturned two tractors and a bulldozer. He sank two boats in separate incidents, and he once leaped from a truck just before it went over a 600-foot cliff.
After long, frenzied drug binges, when Johnny Cash finally crashed, just before he drifted off into unconsciousness, he sometimes heard a quiet voice say, “I am your God. I am still here. And I am still waiting. I still love you.”
Cash came from an intact, albeit dysfunctional, home with a distant, often harsh father. But his mother loved him deeply and instilled in him a faith in Jesus Christ that the young boy embraced. Cash was raised in the church and knew right from wrong.
He went from darkness to light—back to darkness and back to light again, and he continued this cycle throughout his life.
Like many of us do, he had a complex relationship with God.
He often vowed to change, to go back to church and to be the kind of man he always wanted to be. But he relapsed so many times. His heart’s desire for righteousness was overruled by his body’s craving for amphetamines. It was a true Jekyll-and-Hyde existence.
Many times, he felt he had wasted his life, drifting so far from God and every bright and stabilizing influence that all hope was lost. The glamour of sin was gone, and in its place were the harsh and bitter results.
But like the prodigal son, Cash would eventually come to his senses and return home. Home, of course, was the church.
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SOURCE: Charisma News