Fourth and last in a series on “Who’s packing your parachute?” Who sharpens you?
On Good Friday three and a half years ago, my dad took his own life. He was a man of faith who got sucked into alcohol and promiscuity in his mid-40’s through a series of professional disappointments. He was also without any accountability: no iron to sharpen him, no permissions given to speak the truth. At first he couldn’t forgive God for his career nose-dive; later, he couldn’t forgive himself for what he had done in his frustration. And so the spiral of descent had begun; he had drunkenly and sloppily packed his own parachute.
His anger, aloofness and bitterness had gone unchecked since my parents’ divorce because he thought too little of himself to accept counsel. When the call came about his suicide, the hardest thing by far was having to tell my kids. My daughters knew him as isolated and grouchy, but not ruinous. It was a very emotional time when I had to tell them what his outrage had driven him to do.
My oldest daughter, Catherine, was 13 at the time. After she absorbed the initial shock of the news, her only question was this: if he was so upset and depressed, why didn’t he talk to someone? Why did he keep to himself? And then through tear-filled eyes she got angry and said, “I would have made him talk to me. I would have stood there until he told me what was wrong.”
What difference would a Jonathan have made? Perhaps the difference between life and death.
A favorite story of mine was told on the TV series, “The West Wing.” A guy is walking down the street and falls in a hole. The sides are so steep that he can’t get out. A priest walks by and the man says, “Father, can you help me?” The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down to the man, and keeps walking. Then a doctor walks by. “Doc, can you help me?” the voice came. The doctor writes out a prescription, throws it down, and keeps walking.
Finally a friend of this guy walks by. “Hey Joe,” the guys says, “I’m stuck down here. Can you help me?” His friend looks down, and then jumps in the hole with him. The guy says, “Are you crazy? Now we’re both stuck down here!” And his friend says, “Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.”
Who packs your parachute? For whom would you jump in a hole? ”He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When others are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.” (II Cor. 1.4)





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