Sinking Deep: Pastoral Reflections on the Life of Marquis Hough
I'm not scared of the fuzzy things that I don't know about God.
What haunts me at night are the things that are crystal clear.
During my descent onto Interstate 88 on the afternoon before Labor Day, I wasn't aware just how deep the next 24 hours would take me when a mother's name lit up on my iPhone. Frazzled, shaken up, and not knowing what to do next, her voice quivered as she explained the emergency. She told me that her son, Marquis' friend, called her from the shore of the public rock quarry swimming hole near their cottages in northern Wisconsin. In shock, he told her Marquis remained under water.
After I hung up, I kissed my five-year-old daughter, missed my son's birthday party that we were traveling to celebrate at my in-laws, and raced to the scene with my wife and my pastoral diving gear. Full disclosure, preparing for the exploration of these spiritual depths put a lump in my throat and a fear in my heart.
I've been down here before.
Succinctly summarizing the anchor truth that was about to guide my descent, Job 1:21 says "The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away." The saying is trustworthy, but also terrifying. It's a jarring punch of truth to our fragile, yet, human gut.
The person I descended to see was not just an 18 year old parishioner, but a young man I considered to be a friend. His name was Marquis Hough, the son of Elisa and Bill Hough.
Elisa, "Liz" to those who know her, outpunches her weight class on every front. She wouldn't put it this way, but she singlehandedly leads and cares for a thriving outreach to teenage mothers and funds it by running a resale shop by the sweat of her brow. She fell for Bill because his passion for life far exceeds most men. This is put on display each morning as he wakes up to a houseful of biological, foster, and adopted children who call him father. Even from a distance, one can see his compassionate heart in his tear ducts anytime you mention a starving child or hurting young woman. But, tease him at your own risk. As a former athlete, he still has enough juice in his fastball to knock a couple teeth loose.
Bill and Liz took in Marquis as a foster child in middle school, which is not exactly the age when most foster parents get on the waiting list to care for one. They became his parents through adoption soon thereafter.
Over the last six years, Marquis grew to be more than just another kid who attends my church. He was a brother in Christ and a friend. We still have plans to grab lunch at a burger joint today.
The silent drive to the scene with my wife gave us plenty of time to think. It might sound hyperbolic, but those quiet moments affirmed something in me about Marquis that I always knew, but never said. He was the best of what humanity has to offer. Foster care children don't just carry plastic grocery bags filled with clothes when they enter a new home. Enduring the abandonment that most experience, many arrive on the doorstep with duffel bags of anger and trust issues as carry-ons. I can't speak clinically, but Marquis wasn't an exception to the many hurts experienced by those needing foster care. Yet, by God's grace, he overcame them with patience, faith, and a heavy dose of good-ole-fashioned discipline. It gave him the courage to enlist in and qualify for the prestigious nuclear program of the United States Navy.
His future wasn't just bright, it was atomic.
Marquis was gifted, but not pretentious. Dignified, but hilarious. Goofy, but serious. Some say his smile lit up a room, but if a generator were plugged into his face, Vegas would glow for decades. His charm won the affection of the ladies, and his magnetic personality couldn't be defined by Myers-Briggs. He had an uncanny ability, or as some would say, a spiritual gift of uniting all different types of people closer than superglue. He was athletic, but also a little nerdy. He didn't do much homework, but scored off the charts on his tests. He fit in with jocks, nerds, military dudes, farmers, and metal heads. He was black, but adapted naturally to a predominately white culture without losing his swag. If he were a character in a movie, he wouldn't be the token funny black guy in a film for white, suburban teenagers. He'd be the one the crowd is be cheering for because they liked him, but would also die for because they grew so attached to him.
So, if a young man like Marquis can be taken from us in just a few short minutes, let me just ask the question that everyone is thinking.
With a measure of raw honesty, what kind of God does this?
On the surface, it doesn't sound fair. The kid who led the crowd and the one they willingly followed to Christ is now taken from them before they could even say goodbye.
At an outreach event in a local park during his junior year, I asked Marquis to publicly share with an entire crowd of his peers how Jesus saved him as a middle school student. It took a Dairy Queen Blizzard to convince him to do it, but he knocked it out of the park once he was fully committed to the task.
But, don't get the wrong idea, I didn't convince him to do this to feed his ego. It was a spiritual challenge. It forced him to go deeper, and he wasn't afraid of it.
As his pastor, I had the privilege of experiencing raw, private moments of unguarded confession of his sin. Marquis knew he wasn't perfect and didn't pretend to be.
If his faith was sincere, his service voluntarily, and his love without hypocrisy, why would God not rescue Marquis as he sunk into the depths of the waters in northern Wisconsin?
Isn't he someone God would want to keep around?
What purpose would he serve in heaven that is greater than his on earth?
If we want to know, the answers are clear. But we'll need to go deep, all the way to the bottom to find them.
We should start our dive into the wisdom of God in the book of Proverbs. The ancient sages would begin by stating, "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge."
Paradoxically, it is the fear of the Lord that begins our understanding of God and is also the comforting force that sustains us without any other spiritual life support. Nothing catches Him by surprise nor is anything He does ever unplanned. One young man named Daniel experienced this when he was about Marquis' age and exclaimed, "Blessed be the name of God forever and ever, to whom belong wisdom and might. He changes times and seasons, He removes kings and sets up kings." It is God's unswerving commitment to His complete control of every situation that emboldened this same man to willingly be thrown into a den of feasting lions rather than deny this truth. Daniel knew in his soul that deep in the mind of God are perfectly acceptable reasons for every event, even when thrown to lions or sinking to the bottom of a quarry or hanging on a bloody cross.
God's thoughts are drawn from a deeper well than our human kiddie pool mind has capacity for.
Yet, what we find when we venture into the scary abyss of the mind of God is not endless speculation, but solid conclusion. We don't open our mouth without shutting it. In order for food to be chewed, tasted, and swallowed, it must close. Similarly, when we think about God, we can't settle for having an open mind that puts us in endless speculation. We must close it around what God has clearly revealed, meditate on it, and let it sink deeply into our souls.
But we can't know God the same way we know trigonometry. God is a being to love, not a textbook to memorize.
In our church, we study the Bible seriously. But, we know that our labor to understand the scriptures must produce hearts that desire to know God deeply and personally.
Even if it means wrestling with the difficult truth of God's control of the universe through a tragic situation.
But, memorizing Bible verses isn't the only thing that will help us. If we can recite the scriptures cold, but don't enjoy singing our guts out to Him from the truth we see in it, we are probably doing it wrong.
Marquis knew this better than anyone. He had the type of mind that could commit a long passage to memory after a short glance at it. But, his heart would melt like a Snickers bar on the dashboard in the summer when he internalized the love of God for Him in Christ Jesus.
When I would see Marquis sing these lyrics, it was similar to witnessing the sacrificial love that a married couple expresses to one another,
Your love so deep, Is washing over me
Your face is all I seek, you are my everything
Jesus Christ, You are my one desire
Lord hear my only cry, to know you all my life
The spiritual energy that would radiate from him in these moments of worship were a sight to behold. It was a foretaste of what millions of others will experience one day before God in heaven.
As the dive team searched the bottom of the rock quarry for Marquis' body, I anxiously sat on the shore. Yet, even when I was able to collect my thoughts, my mind explored the unimaginable.
As Marquis was sinking deep into the water, what was he thinking?
It's a scary thought and I can't know with certainty. But, at some point, he probably consciously realized that the water was too deep and help wasn't coming.
The thought, "This is it. I am going to die," most likely entered his mind.
I'm not a mind reader and I don't have access to the fuzzy things that only God knows.
But, I do know some things about God that are clear.
Marquis Hough's death was not a surprise to Him. In God's mind, he knew it before Marquis was ever born.
God knew that Marquis would be adopted by Bill and Liz Hough, graduate high school, and enlist in the United States Navy, and travel to Wisconsin this weekend.
But, most importantly, God knew Marquis would embrace the love of Jesus Christ as a middle school student at an evangelistic crusade and respond in lifelong worship.
That's why, with a measure of confidence in my understanding of Marquis' faith and full assurance in God's unflinching sovereignty, I imagine Marquis' final thoughts went something like this. It is a slightly modified opening line to one of his favorite worship songs mentioned above. The title of the song, "Sinking Deep." It goes like this:
Sinking here in your presence
In a grace so relentless
I am won by perfect love
Wrapped within the arms of heaven
In a peace that last forever
Sinking deep in mercy's sea
Am I willing to sink into the depths of God's wisdom that trusts Him in the most terrifying moments of life? If I go deep enough, I'll find that in the depths of God's wisdom is the power of His love that can comfort us in scariest moments of life.
Experiencing the life-saving, grave-shattering power of God's love through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ is more powerful than any force in existence, even death.
And, it is strong enough to comfort us through any moment of life.
Marquis knew this power and he would want you to experience it also.
Spiritually speaking, go deep, my friends. You'll find that God's wisdom and love is powerful enough to sustain you all the way down. In this life, and the next.
Until then, Marquis will be saving you a spot before God's throne.