Na-nu, Na-nu

They say scars are badges of honor. Sometimes I wonder about that, ya know. When I think of a badge of honor it brings to mind something shiny, maybe, but something with meaning behind it. Something you can take off and put in a walnut box to show your grandkids someday.

But the honor?

There’s no box for that.

A lot of people are talking about Mork killing himself. I think most would say it’s a tragedy but for opposing reasons. Many are saying he’s a victim of something bigger than himself. Others are saying he’s essentially a villain guilty of a crime against every person he claimed to love.

What do I say?

I say everybody has scars and some people live with em pushing through the blood, sweat, and tears to the end. I say that good fathers do not abandon their children. I say that good husbands do not abandon their wives. I say that loving kind selfless people don’t leave the world in a fit of despair leaving every single person around them to pick up their mess along with their corpse.

I say that a man who is swallowed up by the black tide of grief reaches out for ANYTHING to stay afloat he does not simply fold his arms and go to sleep.

Before we go another inch I will remind possible regulars and inform any new readers that I once longed to be taken from this world. I didn’t hate life, I hated the agony. I had no hope. I couldn’t imagine a future permeated by joy. I had no idea of the riches and glorious kindness found in Jesus Christ.

Now I do and once I tasted of the goodness of God my eyes were open to the swill I once drank like water. So don’t think for a moment that this is a foreign idea to me. I didn’t beg God for death, I begged for nonexistence.

I wished I was never born so don’t tell me I don’t know what it’s like to want to go to sleep and never wake up because I’ve been there. I’ve lived that and I’ll tell you another thing, it’s only by the grace of God that I didn’t muster the selfishness masquerading as courage to do it. He restrained me as He has done a million times… but God didn’t restrain Robin Williams. He let him go on his own way…

A lot of people are talking about this man in response to this tragedy. And it is… a tragedy. It is a tragedy when any husband and father walks out be it through the front door never to be seen again or through death’s door… it is all the same. It is cowardice, it is selfishness, and it is, at bottom… sinful idolatry.

When I say things like that some people get all caught up in a whirlwind of rage but before you stoke that fire I suggest you turn your gaze to the REAL victims of this. I suggest you look to those who are fatherless now. I suggest you look to the widow that will bury her husband soon. I suggest you look into their watery eyes and hear their words laced with anger and confusion.

Then, and only then, after you’ve had a long hard look and listen to the people this tidal wave crashed into I would encourage you to ask yourself “who is the real victim here and what is the real tragedy?”.

The real tragedy is profoundly dark.

A man murdered someone’s father because he was sad.

A man murdered someone’s husband because he was sad.

A man forced his assistant to find a murdered man’s corpse because he was sad.

A murderer is being mourned right now as a victim.

People are saying he’s finally at peace but you need to know a couple things about that.
Be careful when it comes to describing suicide as a thing that brings peace. Foolish statements like that are like unchaining a rabid pit-bull in a chicken coop. It’s going to go bad.

Secondly, and finally, if you do not have peace with God through trust in Jesus Christ in this life… you won’t have peace in the next… ever.

There is a Prince of Peace and He is trustworthy.

He is also King… and you owe Him your life.