My dear friend Mike struggled with mental illness for twenty-five years. This past Sunday, he committed suicide. It’s been a hard week, but after the wake tonight, I finally feel able to write something. I will repeat what I shared at the wake:
Mike and I led worship together in three different churches. Mike was there when I first got started leading worship. He was my wingman. We would feed off of each other’s energy. This sometimes got us into trouble…
I doubt that Mike read a line of Shakespeare in his life. But if you have, you know the the importance of The Fool.
Have you ever seen the movie Elf? I happened to catch a bit of it during lunch break this week. I laughed and cried, because I thought: It’s Mike!
- He didn’t fit the social norms.
- He was kind of clueless.
- He had an exuberance for life.
- And wherever he went, he made deep connections with people.
God bless you, brother.