NBA superstar Dwyane Wade’s mother has been to hell and back—and now she’s making hell tremble with a deliverance ministry that sets the captives free
When Jolinda Wade steps behind the pulpit, devils tremble. That’s because Wade, the mother of NBA superstar Dwyane Wade, has built a kingdom reputation for casting them out.
But it wasn’t always that way—she once invited them in.
The 55-year-old deliverance minister used to run to the devil’s devices to escape the pain of life. In fact, she spent most of Dwyane’s childhood and college years high—and many of them homeless.
She was addicted to heroin, cocaine and alcohol. She sold crack on the streets of Chicago. She slept in abandoned buildings. She served several terms behind bars. And she was a fugitive for more than four years after failing to report back to prison from work release.
Wade’s is a story of redemption and forgiveness that is bringing healing to the lives of many who also followed the path of addiction, divorce and destruction. Wade regrets her mistakes, but she’s on a mission to rescue hurting people from the devil’s grip and help them restore their lives for the glory of God. She knows how to beat the devils that tried to destroy her family. A fully restored Wade is now busy making demon-busting, God-fearing disciples.
“My life fell apart when Dwyane was 4 months old and I divorced his father,” Wade told a congregation of 10,000 at The Faith Center in Sunrise, Fla., this summer. “I was a walking dead woman. My story is in the Bible—they just use different names. God’s grace and mercy followed me on the streets. That’s the only reason I’m here. All I did was make a decision to say yes to the Lord. Your yes is powerful, baby!”
Running From Life
Wade grew up in the church, but she never truly dedicated her life to the Lord. One of her earliest memories of her dad was a statement he made about her to her mother: “She needs to be put away.” If that didn’t scar her badly enough, she also faced ridicule from her peers.
Her classmates nicknamed her “Horse Knees” because she had skinny legs. Longing to be pretty and popular but being met only with rejection, the A-student with a bright future took a drink of peppermint schnapps in eighth grade and started down the wide path to destruction.
“One drink took over my life,” she says. “I kept drinking in high school, and after the breakup with Dwyane’s dad I became addicted to heroin, cocaine, alcohol and cigarettes. I had all four of those devils beating me down.
“I was selling drugs out of my apartment and letting people do drugs there. Didn’t nobody know that a little kid named Dwyane Wade Jr. was who he was.”
Dwyane’s older sister, Tragil, took on the responsibility of raising Dwyane. But by the time Dwyane turned 8, Tragil decided he should live across town with his father, a former Army sergeant. Without Dwyane, a heartbroken Wade spiraled further downward.
Rock bottom came when she tapped into a free supply of drugs by volunteering to be a tester, which is someone who tests street drugs to make sure they are pure before the dealers sell them. If the drugs are bad, the tester dies. Wade didn’t die, but she came close when she injected what she thought was heroin and it turned out to be LSD.
After going to live with his father, Dwyane didn’t see his mother for two years. Their reunion came while she was locked up in Cook County Jail in 1994 for possession of crack cocaine with intent to sell. Dwyane, 10, cried after the visit because he could talk to his mother only through a glass panel over a telephone.
In an interview with ESPN, Dwyane described what life was like living with a drug-addicted mother: “I would be talking to her, and she would just doze off and pick back up the conversation two minutes later, and keep going in and out and in and out. I’ve seen the needles laying around the house. I’ve seen my mother shoot up before. I’ve seen a lot of things my mother didn’t even know I’d seen as a kid.”
Tragil tried to put her mother through rehab several times, but she always fell back into drugs—and back onto the streets. “The life she lived, you never knew if you were going to see her the next day,” Tragil says. “I remember getting a call from someone who said they found a woman dead from overdose in an abandoned building across the street from the church. I cried because I just knew it was her. All I could think about was how I was going to bury her because I had no money.”
A Self-Directed Funeral
Although Wade had overdosed many times, it wasn’t her body in that abandoned building. When Tragil finally found her mother, she told Wade she couldn’t take it anymore. But Wade wasn’t done fighting her demons yet.
As Tragil sees it, her mother had to get beyond rock bottom. She had to get tired enough to surrender to the Lord. That day finally came on Oct. 14, 2001. It was the answer to decades of prayers by Wade’s parents and children.
“Tragil came to the abandoned house I was at and told me to get in the car,” Wade says. “I was dope sick, but I didn’t let her know. She told me she was scared something was going to happen to me. I didn’t know how badly I was hurting my children. So I went to church, and the preacher called my name and told me to read 2 Timothy 3:5.
“It said, ‘Having a form of godliness but denying the power thereof.’ I heard the Lord telling me through that Scripture that the party was over. I had to die so the Christ in me could live.”
Wade left Chicago to stay with a friend in Indiana. She told her pastor and Tragil that she had to go to a funeral: her own. She quit the drugs cold turkey, and God delivered her from all her addictions with little more than a runny nose. The last to go was cigarettes.
Tragil was skeptical that her mother would remain on the straight and narrow, but when the fugitive Wade decided to turn herself in to Chicago police, the family knew she was serious. At that time Dwyane was a sophomore at Marquette University. When he came home for Christmas, he found his mother clean and sober, and joy filled his heart—until his mother told him she was about to go back to prison.
“I was hurt because I felt like I was just getting my mom back, and now she had to leave again,” Dwyane told ESPN.
But Wade felt strongly that she had to pay past dues before moving on in her new life. On Jan. 2, 2002, Wade went back to prison to serve her 14-month sentence. A heartbroken Dwyane wrote his mother a letter while she was in prison, telling her she was his hero. That gave Wade the strength to continue on the road to redemption. Like Joseph, she started a ministry behind bars, helping women and getting to know Christ in an intimate way.
“When you’re locked up, and it’s just you and Christ, you get to know Him,” Wade says. “God taught me the power of binding and loosing when I was behind the walls. He had me write down warfare prayers. I lived a life of fasting behind the walls. I learned to be a warrior. I built up a bulldog mentality. I hate the devil, and I found out he don’t like me.”
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