Monday, April 06, 2009
A Leap of Faith
This time the reason for the delay is that I've been struggling over how to say what I'm going to write about, or whether to say it at all. The subject, "A Leap of Faith" should give you a clue that what I am about to write could be considered controversial by some. Before I get into this, I feel that I need to ask that you remember that, if you choose to read more into this than what is written, that is your choice. Please do not make assumptions about my views based on what I'm saying, or not saying, as the case may be.
I believe there is a divine force at work in this world. (OK, I will say this about my views: you can call the divine force I'm speaking about whatever you want. I don't believe that it cares what we call it.) I have witnessed, and been part of, events that just simply can't be explained without it. I believe that this divine force can be focused through prayer, meditation, or whatever you want to call it. I also believe that there are times when you have to accept that events are beyond your control and abandon yourself to this divine force. That's when a leap of faith is required. That leap of faith can take on many different forms. Recently I found myself in a situation that required such a leap of faith.
The day before my birthday I received a phone call from a close friend. He was in tears and was having trouble speaking. What he told me was that he had "lost everything" and had decided that he was going to kill himself before he lost his wife too. He said that he wouldn't do it that day or the next, because it was my birthday (this really made me mad), but that he would do it sometime during the next week. My friend has dealt with depression for a long time, and I have talked him off the figurative ledge more than once, but something about this was different. There was a desperation in his voice that had never been there before.
He had been out of work for quite a while and had made the mistake (a result of pride and irrational thinking) of trying to live as if nothing had changed. He had been trying to find a job, but was having no luck, which made him feel unwanted and useless. His wife, who does work, has never been involved in their finances and had no idea how dire their situation had become. The day before, he had received a letter from an attorney informing him that the mortgage on their house was going to be foreclosed. He was so paralyzed by fear that he could not see a way out, was unable to do anything to help himself, and was convinced that his wife (who, by the way, loves him very much) would leave him when she learned of the situation.
I was so upset by his call that, after trying to reason with him and failing to change his mind, I called my minister. My minister gave me some much needed direction, unfortunately my friend refused to play along with my plan to get him help. As a result, I decided to confront him face to face. Before going to see him I called a friend, one of the police officers who had pulled me out of the wreckage of my vehicle three and a half years ago, to find out if the police could do anything if I felt my friend was a danger to himself. He confirmed for me that the police could have him involuntarily committed to a stress center based on what I knew at that point. He also gave me the number to a stress center so that I could get some professional advice before I confronted him.
I spent much of the next day (my birthday) with my friend trying to convince him that there was a way out of this that did not involve ending his life. In my mind the way out was facing his fear, telling his wife about what he was going through, and their financial situation, but he wouldn't listen. However, I was able to get a promise out of him that he wouldn't do anything until the following Thursday. He wanted to spend "one last weekend with his wife" and he knew that I wanted time to figure something out, which is why he made the promise. I didn't call the police at that point because I knew he wouldn't do anything over the weekend, but I wasn't too confident that his promise would hold until Thursday.
While at his house he had given me a list of people (and their phone numbers) to call "afterwards" to help support his wife. One of the people on the list was an old co-worker who I hadn't seen (or spoken to) in over six years. I knew that this person had dealt with some serious challenges in his life and that he might be the only one who could make my friend reconsider his suicidal thoughts. After I left his house I spoke with someone at the stress center whose advice was to tell my friend's wife what was going on and, if necessary, to call the police.
Knowing my friend, and his wife, I knew that telling her was not the right answer. I agreed that she needed to know, but it needed to come from him. I also knew that calling the police would only make him feel cornered and that it would make matters worse. That evening I enjoyed a nice birthday dinner with my family and tried to put this out of my mind for the time being. (I was mildly successful.)
The next day I called the person from the list that I mentioned earlier. After I explained the situation he immediately drove to Indianapolis from where he lives, which is an hour away. We went to my friend's house (unannounced) and again confronted him face to face about his emotional state. Together we were able to convince him that he had to tell his wife and get a promise from him that he would not do anything to harm himself. However, he refused to tell her that night and wanted to spend the following day (Sunday) with her without bringing this issue to light. We made a plan to come back on Monday evening to support them while he opened up to her.
After three sleepless nights I went to church on Sunday morning and could barely think about anything else. I spoke to my Sunday School group about it and one of them provided me with the business card of a professional counselor who just happens to be a member of our congregation. As I walked to the sanctuary for the worship service I was finally realizing how much all of this was affecting me. I was emotionally drained, worried about my friend, and scared that I was taking an awful risk by not forcing him to get professional help immediately. Also, I knew I was not equipped to handle these issues but could see no way out for myself without my friend feeling like he had lost my friendship in addition to everything else!
The worship service brought me a level of clarity that was entirely unexpected! It's important to note that at the beginning of each year our Senior Pastor plans his sermons for the entire year. That being said, imagine my surprise to sit in a service that, from the opening hymn, to the readings, to the sermon itself, and the closing hymn, was a complete recap of the conversations that I had been having with my friend over the past few days and the struggle that I was dealing with internally! During the service I gradually became aware of a calmness in my spirit and became resigned to the fact that I didn't have any power over this situation. I decided that I needed to stop struggling with whether I was handling this situation the right way and trust that we were on the right path in regards to my friend's (and his wife's) well being.
When the service was over, the counselor (that I mentioned earlier) approached me. (Obviously someone from my Sunday School group had mentioned my situation to him.) We exchanged numbers and spoke later that day. In addition to offering to be there for my friend he also gave me the answer I needed about how to remove myself from the situation. That answer was to tell my friend, in no uncertain terms, that he had to get professional help because I couldn't do this for him anymore. My continued support (and emotional well being) required that he do this for me as well as himself.
That Monday I spent the day with my friend and helped him get things in order for when he would speak to his wife that evening. We had a nice dinner together and then he finally broke the news to her. I'm happy to report that she took the news better than any of us expected and was extremely supportive. Together they have figured out how to save their house and get their finances back on track.
With a little added pressure from his wife, my friend agreed to get counseling and has now had three sessions. He is enjoying the process and seems to be making progress. He is still monopolizing much of my time because he has some basic transportation issues to resolve, but I don't mind spending the time with him. Isn't it interesting that this has happened during a time when I'm unemployed, and therefore free to assist as needed?
Please understand that I haven't written this for comments about what a great friend I am, or compliments about how I've handled this. I've written this because, during a time of such depression, I feel that it is important for people to see real world examples of situations turning out good in the end. I took a leap of faith in trusting that things were going to work out. My friend took his own leap of faith (though he still refuses to admit it) in facing his fears instead of taking his life to escape them. There is a divine force at work in the world, but sometimes you have to take that leap of faith to let it work in your life.
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The fact that your still with us
May God continue to work through those who have faith as small as a mustard seed,yet so powerful to move a mountain. Jeremy, you take that leap of faith and continue to shine. I'm so proud to say I know you and love you with every breath I take....may God bless you and keep you my son/brother/friend. We can do all things through him that strengthens us!!!
We will keep you, your friend and his support network in our prayers.
Thank you for sharing this with all of us. I'm sure your friend treasures your friendship!