Arthur J. Ravenel Jr. Bridge - Charleston, SC

Arthur J. Ravenel Jr. Bridge - Charleston, SC

March 4, 2018

Wise Words from Dr. Jack Shephard

My 16 year old son, his girlfriend, and I have been (slowly) making our way through the "Lost" tv series.  Even slower when Netflix decided to take it off their program list (Shame on you, Netflix!).  But we found a way to continue, and we only have 3 episodes left!  (No spoilers please!)

It's amazing how God sends you reminders of things you need to hear in the most unusual ways.  So, in the last episode of "Lost" that we watched last night, tears filled my eyes.  Jack Shephard was speaking to John Locke (the best character ever!) about an accident that occurred to Locke's father.  Locke blamed himself, was actually punishing himself,  and couldn't move on from his horrible mistake.  Jack said the following to him - "Punish yourself as much as you want; that's never gonna bring him back.  What happened, happened, and you can let it go."

Those words hit me so hard.  This has been my greatest struggle since losing Caleb.  My part.  My mistakes.  How I should have listened better to what he wasn't telling me.  How I should have asked the questions I was scared to know the answers to.  How I should have fought harder and not expected for Caleb to just "get better" or "do better". 

What could I have changed?  Maybe nothing.  Or maybe everything.  That's the crappy thing about life.  I won't ever know. 

Not long ago, I wrote a mom blogger who I have so much respect for, who has also lost her son to suicide.  I shared my story and asked her questions.  One question I asked her was, "Do you ever really forgive yourself?"  I was so grateful that she answered me truthfully with a "no".

Some would say that I have to forgive myself.  That I have to "let go", as Dr. Jack Shephard said, of the uncertainties and "what if" questions.  I know I need to stop, as far as punishing myself.  But also there is a good thing about holding onto those questions.  It allows me to share with others the mistakes I made.  Maybe, just maybe, to change another parent's thinking.  To make them realize that they need to ask those hard questions and not to be scared of the truth, the reality, of their child's mind.  Because if I can hold onto those mistakes and share them bravely - no, it won't bring Caleb back, but it may keep many others from going down the same path as he did. 

Parents, friends, family members - Listen closely to what is not being said out loud.  Do not take for granted the odd behavior and even the rebellion.  Be the person who is brave enough to ask, help, and love. 

Visiting "that" Place

Two blog posts in one day!  I'm making up for lost time!

This blog post is to share, but I mostly would like it to also be a discussion.  So, please comment, below after reading, to share you insight.

Our son, Caleb, took his life by jumping off the Arthur Ravenel Bridge in Charleston, SC, last year.   That was a Thursday.  My husband and I arrived in Charleston late Thursday night and didn't get the official information about our son's death until the next morning on Friday.  At the time, I felt like we needed to stay the weekend in the Charleston area.  I think we said it was in case his body was found quickly.  Maybe it was a hopeful act that the police were wrong.  But I just couldn't leave the town where Caleb's body was lost. 

The next day, Saturday, my husband and several of our family members wanted to visit the bridge.  See exactly where Caleb jumped, ask questions, maybe try to understand better.  The lead detective took them.   I chose not to go.  I did not want to visit "that" place. It was so fresh, and I didn't think I could emotionally handle it.  I didn't want to look out and see the last view Caleb's eyes saw.   I didn't want my feet to touch those same steps on the bridge.

It was also because I hated Charleston that weekend.  I found it very ironic that Caleb would choose Charleston to take his life.  It was popularly known in our house that this was "Mom's favorite place".  I was always threatening the boys that I wanted to wake them up early one Saturday morning and go down there, just for the day, to walk around that beautiful city.   So, I couldn't understand why Caleb would chose "that" place;  my favorite place.  That he looked at my favorite view as his last view.  Maybe there is something poetic about this, but I just felt anger and hatred towards the city.   I knew I would say goodbye to Charleston that weekend and planned to never go back.  It was tainted now. 

We would later find out that Caleb's decision was more about logistics.  He wanted to take his life in a way that caused that least "physical" damage to us and in a way that had the highest outcome of success.  He read the articles about others taking their life on that bridge, and it seemed a logical choice.  It wasn't about me.  It wasn't about Charleston.  He probably wasn't thinking of either that day. 

So, I still have had no desire to visit Charleston since.  Not the town, nor the bridge.  And it makes me sad, because it is an amazing city.  I do miss it and hate that my heart isn't sure it can go back there. 

But our therapist thinks that maybe I should reconsider.  He says that this happens to many people who have had a tragedy in a particular location.  You cut off that part of the world, saying "I won't ever drive down that road again" or "I can't ever be at that house (or city, or building)."  So, you end up cutting off that part of the world, making your world smaller, because you have labeled this place evil or bad.   That if you can forgive that place and realize your pain is not about a location, your world doesn't have to be smaller. 

So, this is what I'd like to discuss.  Not if that idea is right or wrong (I believe he's right), but would like to hear others' experiences in this area.  How did you go back?  Why was it important?  Did it make a difference?  How did it change you?

I appreciate sharing your heart!

February 8, 2018

365 Days

A year ago this minute, Caleb knew this was his last moments in our house. A year ago this evening, we were saying good night to him. His brother would share a room with him for the last time. A year ago tomorrow morning, I would send my last text to Caleb, reminding him to come to the McDonald's fundraiser after play rehearsal. He would reply "Cool", while at the same time, he was backing his stuff up to drive to Charleston. A year ago tomorrow at approximately 4:00, I would receive a call from a detective that would make my heart stop and never really start beating again normally. A year ago 36 hours from now, Sean and I would sit across from that same detective and hear him say there were witnesses; there's no doubt.


It's amazing how much does not change in 365 days. How the hurt feels the same. How the guilt is still heavy. How many questions are still unanswered. How utterly unnecessary it all feels - "if he had only", "if I had only", "if someone had only". 

One year is not a mark I want to cross. It will be the end of being able to think or say things like "A year ago today..."; thinking of what we were doing a "year ago" when Caleb was still here. How simple it was. How we had no idea our lives were about to change forever. How we had no idea how diseased Caleb's mind really was. It will be the end of being able to think, "If I could just go back to this day last year... I know that I could turn everything around." Maybe I'm fooling myself, but somehow my pretend time machine gives me pretend hope. 

Tomorrow there will be no more "a year ago" moments in regards to memories with Caleb. That breaks my heart. The year has been too long. The year has been too short. Caleb was just here, sitting in the living room chair across from me, focusing on his phone more than "being present" with the family. He was just talking excitedly in the kitchen about the next phase with the theatre, contemplating his next part, and giving me all the theatre gossip. He was just there in his bed in the morning, refusing to get up the 2nd or 3rd time I woke him, with me feeling exasperated on how I should make him get up. He was just in my car, sitting next to me, talking nonstop while we traveled to our latest college tour or theatre show.

So, we survived one year. But that's all it feels like I've been doing - surviving. I know that I need to live again. And I will. It's time to make peace and smile more than hurt. This world is just not the same without you, Caleb. My life is just not the same without you, Caleb. 

But. But. It is so much better for it. I am so much of a better person because you lived in my home for 17 years. I will be so much of a better person because you've lived in my heart this past year and will continue to live there until my last day on Earth. Right before I get to hug you again. 

Thank you for making me a mom - your Mom. And thank you for every minute, every day, every year with and without you.

February 2, 2018

13 Reasons Why Not - Part 1

A friend sent this to me. This is part 1 of 2. It does a fantastic job of explaining and summarizing what I already believe. I have copied the transcript in its entirety, with no editing. The copyright belongs to TimeofGrace.org. I will include all of their contact information at the bottom of this post. - SZ

Pastor Michael Novotny - 

Before the National Association of School Psychologists warned America that it was a dangerous show, I watched all 13 episodes of the controversial Netflix series “13 Reasons Why.” Have you seen it? If not, it’s the story of a teenage girl named Hannah Baker who takes her own life; she commits suicide. But before she does, she records audio tapes to let her classmates and her city know all the reasons why she did it. 

We don’t often talk about suicide. It’s uncomfortable, it’s emotional; it’s not like during the meet and greet before the start of church you turn to the person next to you and say, “Hey, I’m suicidal. How’s your day?” We don’t talk about things like that in church and maybe that’s part of the problem because if we don’t talk about it, we can’t help each other. If we don’t talk about it in God’s house, then all we’re left with are rumors and lies and suspicions with questions like: If you commit suicide, do you lose out on eternity? Do you punch a one-way ticket to hell? You didn’t have time to repent and you have to be repentant to be in heaven, right? 

If you’d open your Bible and read from cover to cover today, you would learn that there are five suicides that happened in the Bible; four in the Old Testament and one in the New. So what do we learn from those five stories? We learn, first, that suicide happens for lots of reasons. In King Saul’s case, it might be a fear that life is only going to get worse. In fact, it might get terrible and we want to end it before it gets there. Suicides then are like suicides now and they happen for so many reasons but other people would read those stories and they would add something. They would say, “Well, what we can learn from those five stories is that if you commit suicide you cannot be saved.” From what we can tell, these five stories are of unbelieving people; they didn’t have hope, they didn’t have faith in God, they didn’t trust his plan, and so they gave up; they had nothing to live for. You see, people would say, if you commit suicide it’s because you don’t have God; you have a lack of faith.

Do you think that’s true? Is that a good interpretation of what we find in the Bible? Well, to answer that question, you need to know the difference between a description and a prescription. Have you ever learned that principle about interpreting God’s word? A description is just something that is described in the Bible; it’s not God saying it’s always this way or always that, this is right and this is wrong. It’s just a simple description of what happened. “Jesus was baptized in the Jordan River,” is a description; it’s not God telling you you have to be baptized in the Jordan River. But “be baptized; keep this command,” that’s a prescription, where God is prescribing and telling us exactly what to do, what’s right, and what’s wrong. And when we look at these five stories, we find out that these are not prescriptions; there’s no passage that says this goes to prove that every suicide is a lack of faith. It’s just the description of what happened to these five men. 

Now what we need to answer the question about suicides and eternity is a passage that would say, “This is a sin of unbelief; a sin that someone can commit only if they lack faith.” Can you think of a passage that says that in God’s word? Pastor Kurt Ebert cares about the answer to that question. He was in the office downstairs working when he heard the gunshot and he scrambled to the foot of the stairs and there was his son, Nathan, clutching his chest from a self-inflicted wound. “I’m sorry, dad,” he cried out. “I love God. I’m sorry.” And he died. 

Is he in heaven or is he in hell? The apostle John can answer that question. It says in 1 John 1: “If we confess our sins, God is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us,” – catch this word – “from all unrighteousness.” Isn’t that an amazing word? “All” unrighteousness. There’s no asterisk, “except for suicide.” Suicide is unrighteousness; it is sin and it is a sin that Jesus purified when he gave his life on the cross. He died for doubt, he died for despair, he died for murderers, and yes, he died for suicides. And that’s why pastor got up at Nathan’s funeral and preached that. Seven hundred family members and friends confused, wondering where Nathan was, gathered and the pastor’s theme that day was this: He did what? 

Part one: He did what? Nathan shot himself? The pastor’s son? A Christian killed himself? He did what? “Yeah, he did that,” the pastor said. Part two: He did what? Jesus did what? He died for those who cause their own death? He forgives the sin of suicide? He purifies us from all unrighteousness, even that unrighteousness? Pastor said, “Amen.” And that young man is with Jesus because suicide is not a one-way ticket to hell. But, but, but, but, but – some would object – “But pastor, doesn’t the passage say ‘if’” I’ll read it again: “If we confess our sins, God is faithful and will forgive us.” And not every suicide is like Nathan’s; not every person has a chance to say “I’m sorry. I love God. I shouldn’t have done this.” What happens if you pull the trigger? If you jump and there’s not time to say sorry to God? That’s a good question. It’s the most common response I hear when we talk about suicide in the church. “Well, Pastor, you have to be repentant and some people don’t have time to repent. So what about that?” 

Well, let’s test that logic for just a second. Let’s imagine when you leave church here today, you’re in a car with a family member or a friend and you get into an argument. And you’re being kind of stubborn and you’re being defensive and just when you’re digging in your heels and about to fire back, smash! The car barrels through the intersection and you die. 

Are you in heaven or hell? You didn’t have time to repent. Now obviously, no, to be repentant doesn’t mean you verbalize every sin. To be repentant means if there’s a struggle in your heart, whether you have time to say it or not. And is it possible that at the moment someone makes that fatal choice that they can’t take back, that there’s a struggle in their heart? And the answer is absolutely. 

You see, we have to understand the difference between faith and faith. Do you know the difference between Faith with a capital “F” and faith with a small “f?” Faith with a capital “F” is faith in Jesus; that I believe that I am right with God, I’m reconciled with him. By pure grace and mercy, it’s all about Jesus. But small “f” faith is trust in the promises of God. I’m not going to worry because God’s got this and he’s going to take care of this. Now, I would bet for those of us who are Christians, we have capital “F” Faith but have we ever lacked small “f” faith? Ever worry about your finances? Your health? How something’s going to work out? You know the difference then. And it’s very possible – in fact, it happens all the time – that a Christian who has capital “F” Faith in the moment loses hope. In the struggle with sin, they lose sight of small “f” faith and they make the choice. And so, I want to tell you today that despite all the rumors and all the mystery and all the taboo, that suicide is a damaging sin, it is unrighteousness, it is destructive but it is not unforgiveable. It does not separate us eternally from the grace of God. He purifies us from all unrighteousness.

Martin Luther agreed with that. Did you know in the early centuries of the Christian church, God-fearing people were taking their own lives all the time by choice? It became a fad, actually, that you would be baptized and then commit suicide so you can see Jesus faster. There was a great church father named Augustus who said, “No.” He wanted to stop it; he knew it was wrong. And he said, “No, if you commit suicide, you’re done.” That wasn’t in the Bible but he was trying to stop the flood of self-inflicted harm and so the rumor persisted and persisted and persisted and thank God, Martin Luther saw that that wasn’t true. In fact, one of his students was taking notes when he was kind of rifting it at a meal and Martin Luther said this. He said, “I don’t share the opinion that suicides are certainly to be damned. However, this ought not to be taught to the common people lest Satan be given an opportunity to kill.” It’s an interesting quote, isn’t it? So Luther would say “Amen!” to what I just preached to you, but he would also say, “But Mike, you shouldn’t preach that.” And you see his reasoning. I mean, if you came into church today and you’re deeply depressed and you have no hope and you could be in heaven by tonight, why wouldn’t you? Maybe the certainty of heaven instead of the damnability of hell is just one more reason why you would do it.


13 Reasons Why Not - Part 2

This is part 2 of 2. It does a fantastic job of explaining and summarizing what I already believe. I have copied the transcript in its entirety, with no editing. The copyright belongs to TimeofGrace.org. I will include all of their contact information at the bottom of this post. - SZ


And so, I want to give you something better today. I want to give you a reason why not. No, scratch that. Today, I want to give you 13 reasons why not. So grab your Bibles, hold onto your pews, because we start with reason one: That God has a plan for you. Often in the pit of depression and despair, we assume that there is no plan; this is pointless and the suffering will never change. But have you ever heard that coffee cup favorite Christian verse? “I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord.” Do you know who wrote that? A severely depressed follower of God. Jeremiah was called the weeping prophet. In fact, at one time in the book of Jeremiah, he asked, “Why did I ever come out of the womb?” which is a depressing question. He saw no point to his life. There was no plan. And yet, God didn’t just use him to write a book of the Bible; God used him to write one of the most famous passages that has inspired the hopeless for thousands of years. And the same is true for us. You might not know the plan and I might not know the plan but God has a plan. He will use you. In fact, he will use this because he knows the plans he has to give you hope and to give you a future.

Reason number two: Because this pain will pass. Pastor Rick Warren is the pastor of one of America’s largest churches but all that ministry success did not stop his son from taking his own life. After Matthew’s suicide, the pastor made a video where he pleaded with people who were considering making the same choice as his son and he said, “Don’t. Because emotions are like waves. You feel so dark and so hopeless but just like a wave that feels like it’s drowning you passes and crashes over your head, this pain will, too.” Emotions don’t last forever; they can’t last forever. So hold on. Light is coming in the morning. Blessing is coming with the promises of God. 

Reason number three: Because we would love to meet the real you. In his book, “And She Was a Christian,” Pastor Peter Preus tells the story of his wife’s suicide. She succeeded not on her first attempt but on her second and his church had no idea that she was sick, depressed, delusional. When he got up and prayed for his church family, they never prayed for her because what would the people think? What would they say if the pastor’s family was going through that and they were shocked to find out the day she did it. 

I hope we don’t have churches like that. I hope church is a place that you can come to when it is messy and messed up. When people come to my church for the new member meeting – you know, sit down in the pastor’s office – do you know what I tell them? I say, when you do something that is shockingly bad and embarrassing and shameful and you want to crawl in a hole, I want you to come here, first. And you’re going to hesitate to say it and then you’re going to spill it and you’re going to cry on this couch because here’s what I’m going to say as soon as you close your mouth: You know that God loves you, right? The church is not a place where we heave guilt on people’s messes. It’s a place where we have grace and mercy and the promises of God and so I want you to know that we would love to meet the real you. In fact, I feel closest to the people who are messed up at my church; it makes me feel better like I’m not the only one. So what if your church was a place where you can make a call, where you can reach out, and people would not take a step back in judgment but a step forward in grace? 

Reason number four: Because suicide is sin. You shall not murder, God commanded, and he was thinking about the murder of self, too. You are not your own; you were bought at a price, the apostle Paul wrote. And so, life is not ours to give or to take. God knit us together in our mother’s wombs and, therefore, our lives belong to him. Our best lives and our worst lives, the peaks and the valleys, the lives that seem to lack quality, all belongs to God. It’s in his hands and he gets to decide when it ends. 

Reason five: Because suicide is selfish. All the stories of suicide that I’ve read were not of people who wanted to end their lives; they wanted to end their pain. They believed things like this world would be better without me. I’m a burden to my family and friends. It’s going to be easier for them if I take my own life. But I can tell you the opposite is true. And the worst part of watching that show was when Hannah’s mom walked into the bathroom. And she did not end pain in this world; she compounded it. And so, you might hate yourself but I bet you love them – your friends, your family – and this will not ease their burden. It will leave them with questions that they maybe never will answer: Why did this happen? What didn’t I see? What did I do wrong? Suicide’s not just sinful; it’s selfish.

Reason number six: Because Jesus knows. You ever feel so overwhelmed, so sorrowful, so close to death that no one gets it? Have you ever felt so in the pit, that you’re so desperate for people to be with you because it’s not safe to be by yourself? Do you know who knows exactly how that feels? Jesus. You remember in the garden, the night before he dies, what he says? “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here with me.” And so when you’re in that valley and it seems like no one gets it, I want you to pray to Jesus because he doesn’t shake his head and furrow his brow; he nods and says, “I know. I know.” 

Reason number seven: Because I need you. I have battled a lot of temptation and a lot of struggles in my life but I’ve never battled this. And so, I need you. I need you to live and I need you to share and I need you to help make church better. There are depressed and suicidal people who show up every Sunday and I’m never going to be able to connect with them, to reach them, to understand them, without you. One of the best parts of preparing for this very message was talking to people who’ve thought about it, who’ve even attempted it, to learn from their stories. I need you to be a better pastor. Your pastor needs you to have a better church. 

Number eight: Because we need you. You might feel worthless, you might feel depressed, you might feel hopeless but the Bible says this: Those parts of the body of Christ that seem to be weaker are indispensable. You know what you might be like? You might be like that muscle in your body that you don’t know exists until you pull it. Ever happen to you? You try a new activity like, “I don’t even know what’s sore, but that hurts!” And you realize there’s something you didn’t know existed but you needed it. 

I think some of God’s depressed sons and daughters are just like that; they don’t know what their role is, they don’t know what their purpose is. They go through the motions and they think the world wouldn’t even miss me if I was gone. But like that muscle, we would. You’re an indispensable part. God uniquely wired and gifted and placed you in the time and place where you live for a reason. 

Reason number nine: Because they need you. And maybe it’s just me, but I think the Christian church has a bit of a PR problem these days. Lots of people think that the church is for good people who wear nice dresses and suits and polished shoes and if you’re depressed and suicidal and you have a problem with pills and clinical depression you don’t belong there. So maybe – maybe – God could use you to reach them. Maybe your story would be the one to prove, hey, you can be suicidal and saved. You can be depressed and you can go every Sunday. You can struggle with this and you will be loved and welcomed and not judged. Maybe God’s plan is to use you in that struggle to reach them for his glory and for their good.

Reason number ten: Because God is with you. Maybe you’ve considered suicide because your ex isn’t with you. Because you lost a baby and the child isn’t with you. Because you lost your reputation; you lost your job; you lost your wealth. You have lost so much; it’s not with you anymore. But you know who is? Jesus. “He is close to the brokenhearted,” the psalms say. “I will never leave you. I will never forsake you.” You feel completely alone in the dark. If you could just turn on the light of faith, you’d see him because God is always with you.

Reason eleven: Because God forgives you. You know the saddest thing to me about the story of Judas? Is that Jesus would have forgiven him. If he could have waited just two days and gathered with all of his shame and guilt in the upper room, do you know what would have happened? Jesus would have looked him in the eye with all the other bozos and said, “Peace. Peace, I give to you. For you, Peter, the denier. And you, Judas, the betrayer.” The blood of Jesus purifies us from all unrighteousness. And I don’t know what you did that makes you feel ashamed or embarrassed, wanting to run and hide, but I do know this: That when Jesus died on the cross and he said, “It is finished,” he thought of that, too. 

Reason number twelve: Because God has got you. When King David was in the pit of despair, he cried out this: “My times are in God’s hands.” Whatever that situation is that is making you feel that way – maybe it’s slipping through your fingers – but you know what’s underneath your fingers? The hands of God and nothing slips through. The situation is underneath the feet of Jesus; it is in his hands and he promises to use it in ways that if you could just see them for one second, they would blow your mind. 

And finally, most importantly, reason thirteen: Because God loves you. I know depression isn’t logical, I know you might not believe me when I say it, but if there’s one thing I want you to remember when you leave here today is that God loves you. If you’re a mess, God loves you. If you have it all together, God loves you. If you’ve never thought for a second about suicide, God loves you. And if you thought about it – before you came to church – God loves you. Neither angels nor demons nor the present nor the future, there’s nothing in all of creation, Romans 8 says, that can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus. So you can cry and you can curl up and you can hold the pills in your hands but I want you to remember this – that you are dearly and deeply loved by God himself. 

Thirteen reasons to live. And if you would let me preach for another hour, I’d give you a 113 more. Up in Green Bay, Wisconsin where I’m from, a few years ago a woman tried to jump off a bridge. Her husband knew she was attempting it; she was speeding, weaving through traffic trying to get there and he called it in to the police station, panicked. And an officer sped through town to try to catch her. He saw the car when she parked. He rolled up behind her, she got out and ran, and she jumped to the bridge and just before it was too late, he reached out and grabbed her and pulled her to safety. She later came to faith in Jesus. Maybe today, the Holy Spirit is reaching out for you. And you’re so close, you're so close; you’re ready to jump but here is the hand of God, the hand of Jesus, pierced to prove his love for you and he says, “No, no, no. Don’t.” 

You might have 13 reasons why; I have thousands of reasons why not. So brothers and sisters, choose life because Jesus gave his life for you and he has a great life for you. Amen.



January 26, 2018

One Year Celebration

Asa and I would like to do something special on Feb. 9th to remember Caleb. We don't want to sit around and be sad all day, but want to make an effort to focus on how great a life Caleb led and how many people loved him. We would like to do a get together, kind of a Celebration Memorial of Caleb's life. A time for us to gather and share great memories. We are trying to decide exactly where the location should be (it will be in Inman though); it will depend on how many will attend. EVERYONE is welcome! If you knew Caleb, know us, or have just been influenced by his story - you are welcome to come!

So, please let me know here or by comment or e-mail, if you would most likely come. So I can get an idea of how many to expect. It would be Friday, Feb. 9th at 7:00. Thanks! And feel free to share this with anyone who might want to come as well.