I was just watching another episode of Joyce Meyer’s, “Enjoying Everyday Life.” I have to admit it was one of her best sermons. She spent the entire 30 minutes talking about her Brother, David. He was 10 years younger and her only sibling. They were both abused in different ways by their alcoholic father. Joyce’s abuse was devastating and mostly sexual in nature. Their mother had a emotional breakdown when David was 14 and she spent a long time in the hospital.The father worked nights and David was left to fend for himself where he got into drugs and the wrong crowd. He joined the marines at age 17 and was in Vietnam. His Sergeant introduced him to more drugs to help them cope with the horrors of war. David eventually got married and had a son. Then he divorced his wife and ran away.
He never paid a cent in child support, spent the rest of his life running away and bed hopping. After years of this downward spiral, he calls Joyce out of the blue and says he wants to come home. So he moves in with Joyce, her husband and their kids and gets a job at her ministry. He’s tall, good looking with a full head of light brown hair and a mustache. He is seen in photographs standing along side Joyce’s husband, praying and praising the Lord along with a large crowd. He was now a born again Christian and filled with the Holy Spirit. For the next four years Joyce tells him to do his laundry and clean up his room, even though the man is in his 40’s. Like any family member that overstays their welcome, he began to stink. Doing nothing but taking up space. Joyce decides it time to show him some tough love. She sets him up in his own apartment, buys him clothes and a new car. Before long a woman moves in with him and he’s back to living in sin. For years he had jobs working under the table where he got paid entirely in cash. He wasn’t in the Social Security system and the government couldn’t garnish his wages. When he began working for Joyce, the government tracked him down for back child support. He owed $60,000. He hired a lawyer who somehow managed to knock it down to a mere $27,000. But still David wouldn’t pay. Instead, he ran away again. This time with girlfriend in tow and eventually loses touch with reality and goes insane. For 10 years Joyce hears only bits and pieces about him mostly from the girlfriend who keeps calling asking for Joyce to set up a bank account for her brother and financially support him. Joyce refused. It was time for her brother to grow up and start helping himself.
One night the girlfriend calls Joyce and says David desperately needs help. He’s mentally ill, hears voices and believes bugs are crawling all over him on the inside. Joyce sends him to one of those Dream Centers that her ministry supports. They spend 30 days cleaning him up. They find even him a job. But David wants to be sent to a VA hospital where they will take care of him and he doesn’t have to do a thing for the rest of his life. The next time Joyce hears word of him, he’s dead. Died alone in some abandoned building. A homeless man finds his body 30 days later. Joyce doesn’t say what he died of. Could have been a mixture of neglect and substance abuse. They send Joyce his personal effects: a single manilla envelope. It contains his glasses, a dirty watch, some business cards and his ID badge from when he worked for Joyce’s ministry all those years ago. He was 57. By the time the devil got done with him, he had stark white hair and a long, scraggly beard. He looked 75 years old.