Scott was a man well-known to our church and to our city. He was a hard worker, a family man, an adopter of neighborhood kids, and a master in the kitchen. His favorite was breakfast… Bacon and eggs.
When your surprise 50th birthday party becomes your funeral, there is a lot for a family to process. Of course, those who knew Scott well knew that he battled addiction for a long time. His emotional struggles lay very deep underneath a surface that most saw as a friendly face. Scott had accountability partners, went to church every week, got group support, and prayed for miracles daily. The consensus among his friends and family was that no one wanted to be rescued from addiction more than Scott. There is no greater amount of faith that a person could possess to bring about a deliverance. And while we all asked, “Why?” we also knew that Scott’s prayers truly had been answered. Addiction can no longer hold him in its grip.
I helped compile this book for Scott’s wife and two daughters to help provide for them this Christmas. Less than a month ago they lost their husband and father and immediately had to jump into Thanksgiving and the holiday season. I believe that Scott’s story needs to be told, and I also believe that those of us who claim to care about mental health and addiction need to do more than talk about it. For me, this is a James 1:27 moment. We demonstrate the love of Jesus when we do something practical to care for orphans and widows.
This is a family I personally know well. It is just one situation, but it is one for which we can make a genuine difference.
All proceeds of this book will go directly to Scott’s wife, Lisa. Buy it. Share it.
Take in the pictures and letters that tell a story of a man deeply missed. Help break the stigma of addiction by participating in the storytelling of those whose voices have been lost to a fatal illness.
You can also support Scott’s family by donating here: https://www.gofundme.com/scottmacefamilyfund
Well, I think this is amazing. We cannot sit back and ignore addiction. We have to talk about it, and talk about it often. It is not going away any time soon. In my line of work, I see this at least a dozen times of day. It breaks my heart, we have to find a way to help these people. Maybe this book is a way to start. Lisa is probably sick of me by now, because I text her morning, noon and night. I just want to make sure she knows, someone is always around. I will keep doing it till she tells me to stop. I care for her as she was a sister, and I care for her girls as if they were my nieces. I will share this, and I hope others will as well. Scott, we miss you. Peace out my friend, and keep on rocking.