Suicide. When we hear this word, a lot of us (including me) like to skip over it because it’s either a word that we don’t want to think about, or just simply know how it feels to be involved in the thought process or knowing of someone who has made that drastic life choice. Statistics tell us that this is a serious situation that cannot be taken lightly. In Washington State, statics read that 10 in 24 young adults between the ages of 10-24, every week 2 of them commit suicide. 2!!!! Every single week! I don’t know about you guys, but this disheartens me. The fact that innocent people are taking their lives for whatever reasons, makes me re-evaluate how I treat people in life and how I, as a christian, are encouraging people in everyday life. I recently had a encounter with the word “suicide” and this is the story behind it.
Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? It is a theory which states that small changes in a situation can lead to huge differences later on down the road.
For example, imagine you are walking into school and there is someone walking in behind you. You have two options, you could either hold the door for them or you could allow the door to close behind you.
What will you do?
Each decision and each interaction we have plays a pivotal role in the sequence of life, a.k.a. everything happens for a reason.
So, what does this have to do with suicide?
This has EVERYTHING to do with suicide.
“2) If only my anguish could be weighed
and all my misery be placed on the scales!”
“8) Oh, that I might have my request,
that God would grant what I hope for,
9) that God would be willing to crush me,
to let loose his hand and cut off my life!”
Job 6:2, 8-9
I could feel him shaking in my arms. Together we wept, breathing in unison. Over and over his words chimed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” I felt helpless. There was nothing I could change, years of damage could not be renewed with merely an embrace, but still, I pulled him in tighter.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.