A young friend of mine's best friend from high school died a few days ago from an apparent overdose. It wasn't an accident. Suicide. Young twenties. Relationship difficulties complicated his early re-hab progress. The enemy came but to lie, steal, and destroy. Jesus came that we may have life more abundantly, but as the poet John Donne says, "Any man's death diminishes"... us all.
My friend cried while telling me how horrible he felt not being able to watch his friend use heroin and now wondering what, if anything, he might have done to help the young man get sober. The second guessing afterthought is an all too common pain. I held him and told him to feel everything and raise his kids. I doubt there is a modern family among us that doesn't have some version of this story line cutting to the bone. Addiction is not fiction, but it is not the truth of who we are meant to be.
I'm clean twenty plus years, lots of people are, and more and more of us need to be. When I was using I couldn't imagine a day without getting loaded. What fun would that be? How could I feel special, unique, clever, connected, etc unless I was high? I went to meetings. I met people who knew my insides better than I did. I put the drugs down and began a process of not putting people down to make myself feel taller. It is a practice we could all use more of, especially where we might intersect the fragile.
Life and death is in the power of the tongue. Telling someone you love them helps them believe it. Of course actions speak louder than words, but words are the bullets and bandages in the battle of the mind. Tell someone you love them today. Tell yourself. Tell me.
Jesus loves you, I love you, and the list goes on and on and on from there. Make sure you add a few more names, could be the best thing you do today and tomorrow.