I saw on CNN the other night that Robin Williams perished.
They said suicide was the cause of his demise. Evidently the sixty-three comedian/actor had been plagued by depression for some time. The unfortunate news brought tears to my eyes. Since Robin has been a celebrity for many years, Talking Heads were brought in to comment on his death. I leaned forward in my chair and listened intently.
For a while.
CNN’s Entertainment Reporter chronicled the eccentric comedian/actor’s rise from obscurity to his tragic death. Not realizing that we now live in an age of Political Correctness—where every word one says in public is scrutinized—she commented that Williams had been suffering from his “personal demons” for some time. I’m sure this woman meant no disrespect to the man.
But, terrified that someone might find the term “personal demons” offensive, CNN’s executives felt the need to correct the Entertainment Reporter. So they brought in a Doctor-Know-It-All to contradict her. The man went on and on about how Williams suffered from a form of mental disorder, and that we shouldn’t use words like “personal demons” to explain why people take their own lives.
That’s when I switched off the T.V.
“So what does that have to do with you, Leo?” you might ask.
Well … for one thing … plenty of people suffer from depression. I know I do from time to time. Fortunately, God has always brought people into my life to show me that life is worth living. Both here in Iquitos, Peru and North Carolina. To be honest with you, I don’t know what I would do without them.
Unlike CNN’s Doctor-Know-It-All, I believe in demons. But I also believe in God. I don’t know where you stand on this matter, dear reader, but there is no doubt in my mind that God exists.
I turned eighty years old several months ago. I’m sure I never would have reached this age without help sent to me by a loving God. Please note that I didn’t just say God. But a “loving” God. I realize there are some of you who don’t share this belief. That’s okay. You see, I have proof. I’ve survived too many professional and personal disasters not to believe that a “loving” God exists. And He cares for me—and for you.
I wish that Robin Williams knew that God loved him. If he had, the demons would not have driven him to take his own life. Rest in peace, Robin Williams. You brought joy to millions through your genius.