By Jack Smith
recently went through a period of profound suffering. It was pure misery, and I
lost hope. The biggest mistake I made was suffering in silence.
I didn’t even
tell my wife, even though she knew. She always knows. She’s like the people at
the airport with the wands who make you spread your arms and legs to scan your
body for weapons. She scans me every day. Some days I can fool her, but she
eventually catches on.
suffered in silence because I didn’t think our marriage, our family, needed it.
But I forgot my own advice I often give others who ask me for help. Don’t try
and do it alone. It’s too heavy a burden.
grace of God, I found hope again. The black cloud lifted. I’m still perplexed
by the mystery of suffering, so I thought I would share an excerpt from my book
on the subject.The
book is basically finished.
The proposal is done, and it’s in the hands of my
agent, soon to be pitched to publishers. It may not happen, but if I have to
I’ll make 50 copies at Kinko’s to share with family and friends. It’s been a
lot of work. I hope you enjoy this little excerpt.…………Before
I left my home for Houston and treatment in the summer of 2013, my 14-year-old
daughter wrote me a letter. I folded it and placed it in my Bible. I slid it
out, unfolded it and wept as I read it on the plane on the way to Houston. I
share it here, just as she wrote it, with her permission:
Tonight is the night
before you leave for Houston. I know this is the best thing for you to do right
now, but I still don’t want you to go. A whole month seems like forever
thinking about it right now, but I’m hoping it will fly by without a second
So many people love you,
including our whole family. They’re going to be supportive throughout every
step of this whole thing. Memaw, Mimi, Pop, friends, neighbors, Uncle Joel and
Uncle Bill, I could go on and on. The point is that all of those people who I
just mentioned and more absolutely love you and want you to get better.
I’m so thankful that
you’re alive. You were given a second chance at life. Not everybody is. There’s
a reason you didn’t have enough pills, and there’s a reason you’re alive
reading this letter right now. God is not done with you. Once we make it
through this tough little patch, He is going to use you in absolutely amazing
ways. Your testimony will inspire people everywhere.
Right now, you just need
to do what’s best for you and get better. Houston will be a once-in-a-lifetime
experience for you. You’re going to make unbelievable friendships.
able to meet and talk to people who have the same situation as you. You will
learn how to cope with this disease and have a happy and joyful life.
I’ll be praying for you
every single day and thinking about you constantly. I’m so proud of you for
doing this. It’s going to change all of our lives for the better. I love you
more than words can describe.
very bottom of her letter, Sutton wrote a verse of Scripture that not only
changed my perspective. It changed my life.
consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory
that will be revealed in us.” (Romans 8:18)
letter touched my soul in its deepest and most vulnerable place. Here was a
young teenage girl offering her insights into suffering and her understanding
that, at least while fighting for my life, I had to be selfish. I had to put
myself first and treat myself with kindness and compassion.
I also found comfort knowing that she was as much a part of
my recovery as I was. She also reminded me that countless friends and family
loved me. I learned that the love and support of our friends and family doesn’t
make real human suffering go away, but it gives hope to our hearts and helps
light a path out of the darkness.
It also struck me that she was mature enough at age 14 to
understand that not only was I hurting, I was suffering. The scripture she
shared inspired me to read the entire book of Romans in a new light.
I came to know Paul better, to understand on some level his
suffering. More deeply, I began to understand the way true believers cope with
suffering. In Romans 5:1-5, Paul writes about how he turned suffering into
hope. I share the verses below because they may be the most profound words ever
written on the subject of suffering.
since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our
Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace
in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the Glory of God. Not only
so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering
produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope
does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by
the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.”
NIV study Bible points out, Paul does not say we should rejoice “because of”
our suffering, but “in” our suffering. Paul doesn’t write that we must ask God
for suffering or praise God because we are suffering. Instead, he writes that
we should praise God even as we suffer.
I don’t accept suffering as
easily as Paul. I still have questions. Why does God allow children to suffer?
Why would a God who can do any miracle he wants allow children in third-world
countries to starve or live in squalor? Why must any of us suffer at all? As Genesis tells us, God created the heavens
and the earth, he separated the land from the sea, and he created light from
the darkness. God never took his hands off his creation, but once he set the
world in motion, he didn’t take away the darkness. He didn’t create a world
without death or destruction or natural disasters.
believe in an all-powerful God, then we have to believe God could have created
a world in which there would be no flood or famine, pain or suffering. He
didn’t. In my limited understanding, that must mean God even had a plan for
suffering. If God allowed suffering and we are to be faithful, then we must
rejoice despite our suffering.
in our suffering and using it to spread the love of God surely cuts the enemy
down at his knees. He wants us to give up hope, abandon our faith, and wallow
in our misery. I know this because I have felt it and experienced it. When I am
deeply depressed, I want to give up.
I want to isolate myself from people and
from the world. I listen and believe the voices that tell me I will never feel
good again, that I am not good enough and that God doesn’t want me to have the
life I hoped to live. All of those thoughts and feelings come from a dark place,
not a place God created. That’s easy to remember when my illness is in
remission. It’s just as easy to forget when I am sick.
tells us that when we persevere through our suffering, we serve as an example
and inspiration to others. Paul even used his suffering to spread the gospel.
He was imprisoned in Rome when he wrote his letter to the Philippians.
want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to
advance the gospel. As a result, it has become clear throughout the whole
palace guard and to everyone else that I am in chains for Christ. Because of my
chains, most of the brothers in the Lord have been encouraged to speak the word
of God more courageously and fearlessly.” (Philippians 1:12-14)
In no way am I comparing my story of bipolar and depression
to Paul’s ministry, but those words ring true. As I have shared my stories and
my pain, countless people who have suffered in silence have told me they wept
when they read my story because it sounded so much like their own. They have
been encouraged to speak to others or seek help for their problems.
The words of theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer in Confession and Communion are really
about sin, but his words could just as easily be about suffering and shame. One
could substitute the words “suffering” or “shame” for “sin” and Bonhoeffer’s
profound thoughts tell us a lot about how to deal with suffering:
“In confession the light of the gospel breaks into
the darkness and seclusion of the heart,” Bonhoeffer wrote. “The sin must
be brought into the light. The unexpressed must be openly spoken and
acknowledged. All that is secret and hidden is made manifest. It is a hard
struggle until the sin is openly admitted.”
I have found that what Bonhoeffer wrote about sin has been
true in my battle with mental illness as it relates to suffering. It is indeed
a “hard struggle,” until we can tell our story, ask others for prayers and
support, and break free from the chains of shame. When those of us who suffer
from mental illness talk openly about our pain and suffering, our secrets and
our shame, we begin to understand that our disease lies to us.
It tells us
something is wrong with our character. That is a lie. It tells us God must not
care about us. That is a lie. It tells us we are not good enough. That is a
lie. It tells us we will never get better. That is a lie, too. They are lies we
have to fight every day not to believe.
A breakthrough moment for me came on that flight to Houston
for my three-week stay at The Menninger Clinic. While I felt relieved and
encouraged knowing I was going to a place where I might get some answers and
some help, I was also scared. My biggest fear was coming home the same way that
I left or failing to find a treatment plan that made me better. I even put pressure
on myself to make sure it worked since family and friends had become so
invested in me. I didn’t want to let anyone down, a pathological problem I’ve
had all my life.
Flying on a peaceful night on a quiet plane, my views on
suffering and my prayers changed when I read my daughter’s letter.
For as long as I can remember, I had prayed for healing.
Like Paul asking God to remove the thorn from his side, I had asked God to cure
this cancer of the mind that had caused so much suffering and despair.
My prayer changed that night. For the first time, I didn’t
pray for God to heal me. I just prayed that His will be done, no matter what
that meant for me. If it was God’s will that I suffer, so be it. If it was
God’s will for me to go through storm after storm so I could help others, so be