Sunday, July 18, 2004

Getting a glimpse of a broken heart...

30 years of taking drugs for his schizophrenia has left Victor’s mind a cocktail of pickled mush. Rarely making sense. Rarely achieving cohesion it takes something to maintain a conversation of any length with Victor. But he is loved and respected by our church and as such he feels a sense of family that sees has him back week after week now for over a year.

Today he opened a window for me and I got a glimpse of the broken heart that saw him nearly take his life. I got a glimpse of the broken heart that hurled him in a deep dark depression. I got a glimpse of the broken heart that saw him admitted to a secure mental health hospital for years of treatment. Today he shared with me. For a moment we connected in sanity.

The moment went as soon as it came – and we were back in his clouds of confusion and insanity.

Those moments are special.

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