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At The End Of My Rope

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  • Format: Folded Tract
  • Size: 3.5 inches x 5.5 inches
  • Pages: 6
  • Version: NLT
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It was March 22, 2007, my mother’s birthday. Standing on the side of the bridge in Houston, Texas, feeling no hope, no peace, only despair, I put the rope around my neck, ready to blow hell wide-open. I felt I had nothing to live for.

My name is Kevin. Dad and mom split when I was seven, so I lived with my mom, sister, and my stepfather until I was thirteen, when I moved back with my dad. My father worked very hard to take care of me. At the time, he had a girlfriend and her children living with us. They both worked very hard to make ends meet. At this time neither was home very much, which gave us free rein most of the time. It didn’t take long for me to find the wrong crowd. At fourteen, I had fallen into the stoner/head banger crowd, smoking weed, doing LSD, and using ecstasy. I was sneaking out, staying out late, skipping school, and failing in most of my classes. This continued for some years.

Those years were full of grief. I lost my girlfriend of four years, and then got involved with a beautiful, sweet girl. I lost her and her sister June 13, 1990. Both were murdered by her ex-boyfriend and his father. She had just turned sixteen, and her sister was nine. For years I blamed myself, and I just used more drugs and alcohol to cover the grief.

I found an old friend that I could confide in, someone that I had known since kindergarten. We started going out even though we were like best friends. She helped me through a lot of the problems with my ex-girlfriend’s death. On March 3rd, 1991, we were at an after-hours rave in Houston. We left the club, and she wanted to ride with her best friend. We were all pretty lit on ecstasy and her friends were drunk. I was following behind and watched them swerve off the road straight into a telephone pole. She lost her life that night; in my arms she took her last breath. I blamed myself for that one, too. I spun out of control with partying, drinking, and drugging.

I met another girl and fell in love and got married. She became the mother of my two children. Through all of this, I did not deal with the nonstop partying and vulgar outbursts, and she ended up leaving me five months after my son was born.

Then, on March 10, 2002, we received a call from my mother that my sister had been killed in a car accident. That killed me inside. The night of her funeral was the first time that I tried crack cocaine. That was the night that my life as I knew it went from bad to worse. Through all of this, I fell into lying, stealing, and cheating. I still lived with my father and my children. I fell so far out of control that I stole from my father, my own children, and anyone else that I could. Through all these years I had been in and out of jail, over and over, for DWI’s, marijuana, and crack.

I raised my children until four years ago, and lost custody because of drugs. I ruined my life and the lives around me, till my father had enough and finally threw me out.

It was March 22, 2007, my mother’s birthday. I found myself on the side of a bridge in Houston. Feeling that I had nothing to live for, I put a rope around my neck and jumped. I fell twenty-five feet to the bottom. God seemed fit to save me from physical death, for I missed the water by 150 yards. The rope was a little too long, but it was short enough to leave a rope burn around my neck and a blown-out knee.

I came to the Hiway 80 Rescue Mission and joined their program. God brought me here. God spiritually saved me that night through the power of the Holy Spirit and through His Word, even though I didn’t want to be saved. I’ve had my knee healed only by the power of God, before I was supposed to get scheduled for surgery. I spent four months in a wheelchair, then crutches, and then a cane. It was the power of God that saved me. It was the power of God that brought me here, and it is the power of God that has now allowed me to go to school. I am currently in college studying to obey Jesus’ command: 

“Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age” (Matthew 28:20). I feel the calling on my life to serve and do whatever God has in store for me. I now have devoted my life to God, for He has surely devoted Himself to me.

Just know that it is never too late to start over! Through God, anything is possible, even if you don’t think that you’re worthy. Through this entire ordeal, God has restored my family back to me. I had so long ago lost any realization of who I was. Now I’m proud to say that my name is Kevin Paul Muenzler.

“Satan, who is the god of this world, has blinded the minds of those who don’t believe…” (2 Corinthians 4:4).

“There is no judgment against anyone who believes in Him. But anyone who does not believe in Him has already been judged for not believing in God’s one and only Son” (John 3:18).

“Anyone who believes in God’s Son has eternal life. Anyone who doesn’t obey the Son will never experience eternal life but remains under God’s angry judgment” (John 3:36).

“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation” (Romans 10:9-10, KJV).

“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast” (Ephesians 2:8-9, KJV).

Jesus said, “My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me: and I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of My hand. My Father, which gave them Me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of My Father’s hand” (John 10:27-29, KJV).

The content on this tract is a true story about Kevin Paul Muenzler, who God saved through Hiway 80 Rescue Mission in Longview, Texas. Thank you so much for your help in this effort to win one soul at a time for the Kingdom.

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