“Put our
[suicide] plans down,
and we let
them be blown off by the wind.”
— Pastor John Wilmot
BROTHERS and sisters are not just of flesh and blood, as if DNA
had a say over a kin relationship. I
have a brother who has been so courageously honest to publish a video where he
makes a pact not to end his life.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve
had only four serious suicidal ideations — one so close to being converted to
reality — enough to know that dim wretched place of soul where hope has gone to
the bleachers.
His pact to continue living, to not abandon his family and
friends, is met, of course, with more relief than any solitary life can
know. Indeed, it’s his agreement with
pain — to subsist within it, to be honest in its presence, and to be valiant
especially in the quieter, loneliest times — that is so brutally inspiring.
Life is pitiless. But God
isn’t. And yet, as we live this life, we
get that sense that faith doesn’t help that much, unless we’re courageous enough
to set the truth free. God can help us,
but only if we can help ourselves to the simplest, rawest knowledge — what
smacks us in the face every moment of our existence. There’s nothing to be gained from a life
lived abiding in lies. The honest person
is the winner who takes it all.
Pastor John’s inspiration ought to be shared over the globe, but
it also needs to be replicated over and over again just to prevent even one of
those many thousands of suicides each day.
Let us be proud of each other’s honesty. But better still let’s be blessed by God, for
the fruit of honesty is peace, even within pain.
Australians have a word for courage that gets to the truth. Courage is about guts. Pastor John, you have guts! Pastor John, I love your guts.
© 2016 Steve Wickham.
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