My time of hoping that the suicide epidemic wouldn't reach my family or friends has ended. It happened. It hits me because as a young man it is a miracle that I survived several attempts. There are many more resources and places of HOPE than there were then. One place is our FAITH HOMES. Yes, I used the word "homes" because for many today they are where "family" gathers. It is a place where people can be open, vulnerable, trusting, safe and find HOPE that they are not on their journey alone and they do matter to someone.
That's why electronic devices have no place during our coffee hours. Hurting people need face to face, eye to eye interaction and KNOW they are being heard.
My neighbor, Beth Berry, reminded me the other day, "People will forget what you did or what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel."