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LIFE BEHIND THE GLASS
WALL
A mother's journey
through despair to hope,
healing & ministry.
By Constance Hale
In my wildest dreams I
never imagined I would
tell this story. I am a
parent of three adult
boys, the wife of a
loving husband, and a
school teacher of 32
years. This is a story
of survival, the power
of hope in the midst of
sorrow, and of life
beyond the diagnosis of
schizophrenia.
At 17, my eldest son
Christopher came home
from high school making
bizarre comments and
exhibiting strange
behaviour. I dismissed
it as typical
teenage
behaviour. But then his
thoughts became more
confused. He began
expressing the delusions
that plagued his mind.
One day he lost complete
control and began
smashing windows and
doors. Christopher ended
up in the hospital and
we received the
heartbreaking news that
our firstborn son
suffered from
schizophrenia. The long,
dark journey began.
For nine years now,
Christopher has lived
behind a glass wall. I
call it a glass wall
because with mental
illness you can see and
even get very close to
the person, but you
cannot touch them. I put
my hand on the glass
wall and he puts his up
to touch mine, but I
cannot feel the warmth
of his hand. He is in a
world that I cannot
enter, or even
understand.
Schizophrenia is not
about having a split
personality, as many may
think. It’s a disease
where one splits or
separates oneself from
the real world.
In our attempts to save
our son, we faced two
obstacles.
The first was the law.
During one of
Christopher’s violent
episodes, we discovered
that a person 18 or
older cannot be
hospitalized against
their wishes unless
arrested for a crime and
evaluated. To our
horror, we had to have
our son arrested in
order to remove him from
our home and get some
help for him.
The second obstacle,
unexpectedly, was the
church. If you are
diabetic and your
pancreas malfunctions,
you are given insulin.
The church does not
hesitate to pray for you
without judgment. If you
have a heart condition
and you need medication
and rest, the church
will send meals to your
house for weeks until
you are better. If your
illness is in your
brain, however, many
well-meaning Christians
think you have a demon.
Can you imagine the
horror a God-fearing
mother feels when she is
told her son is
possessed?
Labelling mental illness
as a spiritual issue
rather than a physical
one only makes the chasm
between the church and
affected families wider
than ever. Our friends
and church members
understandably didn’t
know how to approach us
or what to say. But as
the body of Christ, we
must learn how to be
more compassionate. I
felt helpless and
wrestled with a sorrow
that words could not
express.
My precious son was
mentally ill. I felt
ashamed and struggled
with questions: “Was
this disease caused by
my poor parenting?” “If
I had been more
spiritual, read my Bible
and prayed more, could I
have prevented this
terrible tragedy?” These
thoughts from the enemy
drove me into an even
deeper hopelessness.
While other parents told
me how their children
were going to university
and Bible college, my
son was in a psychiatric
ward for the mentally
ill. Shame always
renders us powerless. It
makes us feel unworthy.
It prevents us from
connecting with others.
That is precisely the
plan of Satan—to isolate
and then watch as guilt
and shame destroy the
soul.
One day the sense of
hopelessness overcame me
and I sat on my bed and
wept from the depths of
my soul. I thought my
life was over. That was
the day God gave me the
grace to truly surrender
my son to Him—the day I
chose hope over despair.
I surrendered. I took
what was precious to me
and released it from my
control. Then I embraced
the love of Jesus and
rested in the outcome.
That was the hardest
part.
Christopher is now 26
years old, living at
home on medication, and
functioning to the best
of his ability. I still
pray for God to heal
him. In the meantime,
God has healed and
forever changed me. I
see the world
differently. I realize
that life is a short,
unpredictable journey.
We need to tell our
stories and use our
gifts and influence to
help others.
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That
day, God gave me Jeremiah. 29:11
to be the foundation for my
life. “ ‘For I know the plans
I have for you,’ says the LORD.
‘They are plans for good and not
for disaster, to give you a
future and a hope. In those days
when you pray, I will listen. If
you look for me wholeheartedly,
you will find me’ ”
(Jeremiah 29:11-13, NLT).
God is in control. He has a plan
for me—and for Christopher. Hope
is not about having a perfect
family, having all our dreams
fulfilled, never being
disappointed, or always being
healthy. It is also not about
having children who meet the
world’s standard of success.
Hope arrives and remains secure
when we get to know the Source
of all hope.
The psalmist David says it best:
“Let all that I am wait
quietly before God, for my hope
is in him. He alone is my rock
and my salvation, my fortress
where I will not be shaken. My
victory and honor come from God
alone. He is my refuge, a rock
where no enemy can reach me”
(Psalm 62:5-7, NLT).
Nothing drives you to your knees
or makes you desperate for God
more than heartache.
As I struggled through the
process of releasing my son to
God, I learned how deeply God
loves me. Although I despise the
ordeal that drove me close to
Him, I cherish the outcome of
that grace-filled day on my bed.
I remember praying, “God, this
can’t end badly; some good has
to come out of this terrible
tragedy.”
One way God has answered that
prayer is through the prayer
blanket ministry at Calvary
Community Church. While visiting
my son, I noticed that many
patients on the psychiatric
floor found comfort by holding
on to stuffed animals, hats, or
other small items. I went back
to my church and asked the women
to make blankets for the
patients. I attached a card to
each blanket with Jeremiah 29:11
and a note that using the
blankets should remind them of
God’s loving arms around them.
Hundreds of these blankets have
gone out to hospitals and
nursing homes where people need
the comfort of God’s love. I
like to imagine that over a
simple blanket people have cried
and even given their hearts to
Jesus.
May God help us to see those
around us as He sees them. May
He give us the courage and grace
to choose hope over despair.
Even when there is a glass wall,
God’s light can still shine
through. This is God’s heart for
the broken, and my hope for the
future.
“When darkness overtakes the
godly, light will come bursting
in” (Psalm 112:4, TLB).
Connie Hale lives in Tecumseh,
ON, with her husband Tom and is
currently writing a book,
Champion Over the Darkness.
Connie has had the privilege of
sharing her testimony of God’s
faithfulness with women’s groups
and other churches. For comments
or booking information contact
her at
mail@conniehale.com.
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to
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