Apathy Expressions of melancholy now marked her once-warm, engaging face. Though she used to enjoy daily phone conversations with her sons and daughters-in-law, she now sat in near silence, phone down, calendar empty. The world felt distant and irrelevant. Her laughter faded like the waning moon, subtle at first, almost imperceptible, until she had withdrawn into such darkness that it couldn’t be ignored or excused. By all appearances, Paulette was suffering from depression.

"I used to say to my mom that some vessels are made for honorable use and some for dishonorable use. Maybe I'm just meant to go to Hell," he said. He recounted the memories with raw honesty, stripped of excuses, the humility aligned with his personality. Jeans and white t-shirts are his uniform of choice, except for the days he ushers at church. While the tattoos covering his work-muscled arms tell stories of his life before Christ, his face most often features the joyful hum