Hi, my name is Jimmy Hundley. I’m 51 years of age and finally have a life to live for the Lord Jesus Christ. I have a testimony to tell of how Jesus Christ rescued me after living a life as a sinner bound for hell thinking I was saved. I was only deceived by the great lie.

I was caught up with alcohol from age 18 to 44 and introduced powder cocaine at the ages of 25, then crack cocaine from ages 33 -49. September 2009 was the time I was at my lowest point of living. I was almost dead in the flesh and already dead in the spirit. I was in a motel room in Virginia after a hard run with crack cocaine (and let me mention I had tried so many times before over the course of years to get away from it but failed every time).

I was praying to God for help on my knees, crying like a  newborn baby, knowing God was the answer. I asked Jesus Christ to forgive me of the way I was living and to please fill me with his Spirit to cleanse me from this darkness that had over taking me. I surrended my life and gave myself to Jesus Christ right  there in that motel room. From that point, God changed me to a NEW MAN starting the process of renewing me with the right Spirit. (2 Corinthians 5:17: “Old things pass away behold all things become new,” and Romans 12:1-2: “Being a living sacrifice and the renewing of your mind.”) — This process began at Elim Home.

I thank God for Elim Home. It is truly a sanctuary just like Psalms reads in chapter 27 verse 5. Elim Home taught me the Word of God and showed me how to love one another. Elim is just one of many refuges set aside to reach out to souls in despair bringing them to the light of Jesus Christ.

To the people who read this testimony, I hope you take heed to the truth which is the Word of God. Seek righteousness, seek God everyday, have no conversations with the old man (read Psalms chapter 1), renew the mind by reading your Bible daily, live a life of love and happiness, and most importantly, don’t stay in recovery -BE SET FREE BY THE BLOOD OF JESUS CHRIST.

—Your Christian brother

As best as I can remember, I was twelve years old the first time I drank alcohol. I remember that it tasted horrible and made me sick, but it did something else; it made me forget about my problems and took away the pain. It made me feel like I fit in. I never really felt like I fit in anywhere. On top of that, I was shy and afraid of what people might think of me if I was myself. It gave me confidence. I became the life of the party. It wasn’t long before I began to use other drugs on a regular basis. In a very short time (by the time I was sixteen), I was getting high and drunk just about every day. There were bumps along the way in my twenties- marriage/divorce, DUI’s, troubles with the law, employment, jail- but I didn’t pay much attention to them. I just looked at them as mistakes that could have been avoided and I would have to be more careful, but still get high.

Then came the thirties. I remember telling people that when I turned thirty I would slow down the partying and settle down, but it was at this point in my addiction that I was no longer in control. Drugs and alcohol were no longer taken by me; I was taken by drugs and alcohol. They began to consume my thoughts, desires and aspirations. I would try to slow down or quit, but it seemed like the harder I tried, the worse it got. Finally I gave in to the thought of never being anything but an addict and alcoholic. I had surrendered. I would tell myself and others, “That’s just the way I am, and I can’t change!”

At this point in my life as an addict, even I knew the end was near. From time to time I would cry out to a friend or family member but it would do no good. Like a car out of control going down a steep winding road with no brakes, it was just a matter of time before I would be dead. It finally came down to a lonely, dark, filthy, motel room when I decided it was time to end it, my life that is. I was tired of fighting. Drugs and alcohol had used me up and spit me out and just left me without  hope, happiness, friends, a job, money or even a place to live. In this horrible place I looked over and saw what would be my salvation. It was a Gideon’s Bible. I sarcastically asked out loud what God thought about this? I opened it up to Isaiah 38 and read of a man “Hezekiah who was ill and at the point of death” and then was told “put your house in order, you are going to die; you will not recover!” It was as if God had spoken to me face to face. Tears began to run down my face and I began to cry out to God to help me. I continued to read on a couple of chapters and immediately called the only person I could remember that knew God- a preacher from my youth. I only knew him as Preacher Woodie. He told me of a place called Elim Home, that it was a Christian recovery place I could go to try and get clean and sober.

Two weeks later, there I was at Elim Home. I had dismissed what had happened in the motel room but was interested in getting my life back in order. At least I could stay for a couple of weeks, put some weight back on, and try to control the uncontrollable again. God had other ideas. When I got there they gave me a Bible and a bed and told me the rules. They seemed reasonable but it seemed like a lot of preaching, church going and Bible studying and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for all that! I even told Darryl, the director of Elim Home, that I might be in the wrong place and that I didn’t even believe in God. He calmly said it was OK and that I should give them a chance. I reluctantly agreed. The next morning at my very first devotional, we sat down prayed, sang, and was then asked to get out our Bibles and open them to, you guessed it, Isaiah chapter 40. It was right where I had left off reading in the motel room. I had told no one about what I read that dark morning in my life. How could this be possible? What were the chances of this happening? I began to tremble inside- it was as if God was telling me “I have more to tell you, keep reading, don’t give up!” It was all I could do to keep from breaking down right there in front of all these men, but I held it in. By the second day I had a strange attraction to this new book  Darryl had given me. I couldn’t put it down. By the second day I had read about how much God loved me and sent his Son Jesus Christ to die on a cross for me!  And that what was impossible for man was possible with God!

At this point something began to happen. At the time, I didn’t know what it was, but now I know the Holy Spirit began to work on my heart. By the next day it was as if I loved my new Bible and would go nowhere without it! It was then I got my first letter. It was from my Mom. She had not seen me for 4 days, she couldn’t have known what was going on in my mind and heart but God did! He had her send me a card that had a picture of a Bible on the front and quoted the gospel of John chapter 1 verse 1 which says “In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God.” It was God that  I loved not just a book! After many more unexplainable events that day, alone I decided I could no longer deny God and asked Jesus Christ to come into my life! From there the men at Elim Home began to help me understand how I could live a life free of drugs and alcohol and that I no longer had to be deceived by the world and Satan, but led by God. The Bible tells us that Jesus came to heal the broken hearted and set the captives free and that He would never leave nor forsake me as drugs and alcohol had.  As a drug addict and alcoholic that was exactly what I needed! He saved me, I am forever grateful and not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for how he used Elim Home to set me free from drugs and alcohol. Now almost eight years later, clean and sober I am…

“Just another grateful Elim Home graduate saved by the Grace of God”