The Rubicon was the name of a little stream with huge significance. It marked the border between the will the General Julius Caesar and that of the Roman Empire. Rome had recalled Caesar from his military conquest to come back to Rome without his army. It didn’t take much for the power hungry general to convince his adoring army to come with him back to Rome to defend his honour. With the crossing of the Rubicon Caesar joined the notorious group of generals who turned the Roman army against Rome. Therefore, the Rubicon has become a historical boundary that signified “the point of no return.” Once Caesar and his army went past that little stream, his imperialistic intentions were crystal clear.
There are times when we all approach our Rubicons and we are forced to make a decision whether or not to cross… But what happens when the Rubicon comes to you when you’re standing still? The death of my sister from cancer (earlier this year) was my own personal Rubicon. It came to me, and I was forced to cross.
A lot of my life systems came “off line”, and to a grinding stop. Family routine, work life and ministry function all became collateral damage of this personally unprecedented event. When time started moving again family routine commenced – my kid’s lives needed to get back to normal. I returned back to work after some time off – I needed my income. However, ministry function seemed to fizzle like sails without a whisper of wind.
However in reality, although things seemed to be slowly getting “back to normal”, there was nothing normal about it. I felt impatient with my family, unmotivated at work, and still ministry appeared shell shocked.
So, what is a man to do when he faces life shaking events? I thought that perhaps I needed someone to talk with…
Before deciding to see a professional counselor, I was surprised at how my own cultural, male and spiritual biases pushed back at me. As someone from a Caribbean background, how could I talk “my business” to a complete stranger and further more pay a decent amount of money to do it!? (When the counselor asked, “What brought me here?” I felt like saying, “Not my health coverage!”)
Spiritually, I wrestled with the (mistaken) notion; Aren’t you suppose to “pray it through”? Isn’t it just supposed to be between you and God? As a man, how could I possibly be so vulnerable and “share my feelings”? Isn’t that so… weak? Shouldn’t I already have it figured out? Regardless, I ignored those questions because, well…mental health is…health. Besides, how could I be the man God wants me to be if I wasn’t firing on all cylinders?
So, a man has got to do what a man has got to do…
Amidst the push back from my own cultural, spiritual, and male biases… I did see a counselor a few times. Do you know what? I’ve not regretted it. Proverbs 11:14 says, “in a multitude of counselors there is safety”, and that reality has never been more true to me as it is now.