That cry for help may come any time. The pastor needs to be ready. The phone call interrupted my dinner. The voice on the other end was desperate. “I’m at my wit’s end, and you are the only one I can turn to. If you can’t give me one good reason to live, I’ve made up my mind to end it all.” The words were slow, deliberate, and almost imperceptible; the voice unforgettable and bone-chilling. 00