Philip Seymour Hoffman

I’ll never quite know why and how it is that a particular actor becomes one whose death I lament – but hearing that Philip Seymour Hoffman died of an overdose of heroin yesterday struck me as very sad. I feel I’ve lost something that was valuable. A face, a voice, a presence that I’ll never experience again.

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The best and most reflective tribute I’ve read is this from critic and author Jeffrey Overstreet.

In a way, we mourn the death of actors because we love the characters they played, not because we knew who they were as individuals. And it’s plain to see that Hoffman was fighting a terrible battle behind closed doors, while audiences enjoyed what he could do to bring other personalities to life.

We don’t know them, and what the average observer might not know is that Hoffman was fascinated with the character of Christ, and considered himself a believer. This was sparked by the genuine faith of his sister and the vigor of her evangelical community.

The idea that a young person could be sane, generous, intelligent and Christian held out great appeal for him. So did the palpable sense of community he felt with his sister and her friends.

The whole piece is worth reading, and pondering. Soberly, he concludes:

Moreover, I am inspired to remember that even if all of my worldly dreams come true and I gain riches and fame and respect, I am still vulnerable. I have no place to speak any words of judgment over the circumstances of Hoffman’s death. In my moments of clear-thinking, I know that I have my own addictions. I have my own secrets that exist in direct contradiction to what I profess and what I long to be. By grace, I’ve been spared all kinds of devastating consequences. Lord have mercy on me, a sinner, and upon us all.


One thought on “Philip Seymour Hoffman

  1. Suzanne

    Such a tragedy! It is sobering to realize the amount of people succumbing to addictions in hopes of escaping inner turmoil. Statistics show that 75% of all Heroin users resort to it to self-medicate due to depression. As Overstreet noted, “Hoffman was fighting a terrible battle behind closed doors, while audiences enjoyed what he could do to bring other personalities to life.”
    There are people we know that live as Hoffman, showing a face of happiness, but fighting depression behind closed doors. This is a serious reality, but do we even see it?
    This is a reminder of our responsibility as Christians, to get out of our comfort zone, stop hiding behind curtains, stop focusing on our own pleasures, share our stories, and share the message of hope to the broken. This also brings to mind the song by Casting Crowns, “Does Anybody See Her?”
    I am inspired by the profound effect that Hoffman’s sister and her church community had upon him.

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