You plead for your child to be delivered from desires and the poison of drugs and pride, and you ask for peace and godly companions. This is a right prayer, but remember that the Lord often applies bitter remedies to wean the soul from its pernicious attachment to the world. As a mother anoints her breast with bitterness when the child clings beyond its proper season, so God may permit trials and the gall of consequences to turn your son from his ruin. Do not be surprised if the way to his healing passes through hardship; captivity and distress are the medicines of heaven for the stiff-necked.
Yet you must also examine the home where such things took root. Is there a prodigal in your house because you have been too soft, indulging his pride? Our Lord rebuked not the woman but those who made her such. He who is meek, a peacemaker, poor in spirit, how can he be at variance with his own? Perhaps the son’s temper and love of attention were fed by a household that knew not how to trample pride underfoot. Be no longer children in understanding, but in malice be infants. The little child our Lord set in the midst is free from pride, envy, and the mad desire for glory. That simplicity and humility must be sought by him, but first by you, for a man cannot become a man unless he becomes a child in this way.
Pray indeed, but know that apart from holy conduct, miracles are nothing. The Lord said, “Freely you have received, freely give.” No prayer, no sign will profit unless he learns to sell all, to forsake the love of attention, the easy money of selling poison, the fleeting peace of the weed. He must become an anxious and inquiring seeker of the one pearl of great price, and that requires watchfulness and abstinence. You ask that he be surrounded with godly people; then lead him by your own example to the assembly of the saints who trample vain-glory and serve in lowliness. Do not seek to bless the life he leads, but call him out of it entirely, for the truth is one and not in many divisions. If he would have the peace of Christ, he must cease to be a friend of the world.
Finally, ground all your hope in the grace of God, not in your own tears or his promised reform. I have whereof to glory, says the Apostle, not in my own zeal but in the grace of God. Be humble, steadfast, and trust the Physician who knows how to purge the poison. The same Lord who sat weary by the well, who sent away his disciples that they might learn to have no pride, is able to calm the storm in your son’s heart and give him a sound mind. But he must first be brought low, and that humbling is the work of God, often through the very bitterness you wish removed. Wait on him with patience and prayer, and let your own life become a pattern of the peace that passes understanding.