And Where Were You?
And Where Were You?
My best friend’s mother took her own
life. We were in high school at the
time. It came as a surprise, kind
of. Her previous attempt was unsuccessful,
so she tried again.
Suicide can do weird things to a
family. Question marks float in the air
sometimes never being resolved. Guilt
can come and rest on shoulders.
Plausible answers temporarily cover the shame. “Oh, there must have been something wrong.” Mummers about the town as you feel the
starting eyes. One question: Where is God in all this?
Pain can convince us that He has
left. Somehow His presence is sucked
away and clouds are left about our heads.
Truth is, His temple is not based on our feelings. If our feelings gave Him substance, then He
would not be much of a god.
He lives out of our reality not to be
manipulated by it. Not as a watchmaker,
winding and watching, He decides to get involved. He gets His hands dirty so to say because He
loves. So, why didn’t He get involved in
her passing?
God respects our autonomy. Our dignity He grants in the form of freewill,
enough to stop if need be. How many
times He tried to convince her otherwise, we are not certain. We do know that He is a good God. Her action was certainly not His will, yet He
still loves.
Is suicide a one-way ticket to Hell? Termed another way, would Jesus walking here
had compassion on her to reach out while she lived? If she passed, is His hand somehow withdrawn? He is the God of the living and the dead. He does not change. His mercy supersedes our decisions. Not negating them, but rather by embellishing
His grace He shows us His true character.
As a Father to all, He has the pertinent
heart. Jesus knew depression. Sorrows threatened to overtake Him as
compassion rose up as a wave of want.
Seeing the need put Him in sobriety, scarcely to laugh when gazing about
the multitude. Other’s pain put His eyes
toward the horizon. How long would He be
with them? Knowing His primary job wasn’t
to heal the outer, He sought the real medical procedure to heal from
within. That meant His blood.
Will He hold our sins against us? Yes.
Are unconfessed sins tallied at the doors of Heaven and shoved in our
face? You judge. Does the God you know take pleasure in seeing
His little ones squirm? Does He delight
in torture?
He provides an escape from our own
Hell. If we would only understand His
acceptance, we could then see the tear in His eye.
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