The Press Release Connection
Back in the mid 1990s, Marcus Allen had already been an NFL star for more than ten years; he played on a Super Bowl winning team. Now he was playing for the KC Chiefs. One young player just out of college was touted as being the real deal, a star before he even put on his uniform. One time he scored a touchdown, and was parading around in the end zone and showing off to the crowd. Marcus Allen finally spoke and told him, “Don’t believe your press reports. Act like you have been there.”
In 1960 our family went to our local town (~5,000 at the time). My father was very strict, and he kept us in line. We saw a few teenagers messing around, causing some havoc, but nothing serious. I remember my father commenting, “If you ever see this kind of actions by teenagers, all you have to do is look at the parents and you’ll see the cause.” Little did I know that this would be my “press release” as a parent 20 years later.
The Press Release about Me
I served in the Navy when we adopted our sons (1978). Early on it became obvious that the older son (8 when they came to us) was going to be a problem. Little did we know how big of a problem. He began stealing from us within a year, and it escalated from there.
In 1982 I left the Navy to attend seminary in St. Louis. He soon began stealing from others (we didn’t know it for quite some time). The lies and stealing escalated to the point that when I went on vicarage the first week he purposefully stole from a store—his intention was that the police would take him away from us, then he could do his own thing apart from our parenting role, i.e. supervision. That didn’t happen. But the drugs soon entered the picture. And my father’s press release was coming to mind almost every day.
When we returned to St. Louis he quit school in the first two months of his freshman year. Frequently after study and work, I began searching for him in the surrounding suburbs after 10 PM, sometimes finding him under cardboard, or in a make shift lean-to. He spent his 16th birthday and several weeks later in the county jail. We didn’t know it at the time, but he was severe bipolar and schizophrenia. We just knew something was severely wrong with him. And my father’s press release was pressing on my mind.
When he was released to us he became so violent that we had to call the police to have him arrested. They first had to take him to hospital because he put his fist through one of our windows, cutting a major blood line in his wrist. He had sprayed blood all over the ceiling, floor, walls. And my father’s press release was pressing on my mind.
We then had him committed to a psychiatric hospital, eventually for 18 months in another state. The next year he had reached the age (17) he could legally check himself out (without our approval). I drove 900 miles one way and straight back without sleeping to pick him up. He stayed with us for a few months, but eventually drugs and alcohol were back in his life, and I kicked him out in late 1988. And my father’s press release was pressing on my mind.
The Press Release Begins to Change
My parents would visit us once a year for a few days. In 1989, when they came, our son was not around—we had not seen in several months. But my parents decided to spend one day shopping at the larger city in that area. When they came back later in the afternoon, I will never forget that encounter. We had told them a few things that we faced with our son, but not the really bad stuff.
Prior to that day there were two things I had never observed about my father—he never apologized to anyone, and he never cried. Apparently the only time he cried in his life was in 1944 when serving in the Pacific as ground crew for B-29s. One day all his best friends were on a plane that crashed at the end of the runway, all dying—he had to clean them up and the debris from the plane.
As we talked this day, they mentioned that they had seen our son. My father took me aside with tears in his eyes and said, “I am so sorry. I didn’t know how bad it was for you with your son.” He never said what happened, but it shook him up so much that he couldn’t even offer any advice or hope. But having him apologize to me was overwhelming… and a little relief.
My father died two years later. He missed the worst of the torment: our son was in seven different prisons in several states over the next 27 years, homeless the rest of the time, violent… And my father’s press release was pressing on my mind—even after his death.
The Press New Release
Needless to say that my own press release as a father was not high praise. It was barely above zero, and sometimes felt far below zero. Over the last few years I have begun to move away from my father’s press release that had become my own prophetic failure.
Interestingly over the past couple years (both in their mid to late 40s) I have spoken to both sons about my struggle as a parent. It shocked me when both sons independently told me how much they appreciated me as a father, how much they learned, especially how much they learned about love, with a never-failing love, and never giving up on them.
I think God was using them to give me a new press release:
broken sinner (for what had happened and what I did),
forgiven sinner (for my sins and failures),
redeemed sinner who could love again with God’s love.
I have not written about, talked about, nor published this change in press release until today. I love my sons, but it is because of God’s unfailing love for me that I can even do a little in this regard.
Contra Marcus Allen, I like this new press release—and I believe God’s press release!