The Death of a Child
I have attempted suicide once. Not even all that long ago, May 5th 2019. The date has seared itself into my brain. Life had spiraled out of my control, I saw no more tomorrow, my reason to live had disappeared and my hope for the future was all but gone.
And I am but one of many who have gotten lost so deeply in the darkness that they knew only one last way out.
It pains us humans to see someone take their life. Even the suicide of a complete stranger fills our heart with sadness, and we can’t help but wonder what hurt must have driven them to make this drastic, irreversible decision. The death of someone we don’t even know, have never met nor ever will, makes us wonder, “How would their future have looked like if they had just held on a little longer?”
For us, it is the death of a fellow human.
For God, it is the death of His Beloved Child.
There is no joyful “Welcome Home!” or gracious “Well done!” when His Child arrives to see Him face to Face. Instead, His Face is full of anguish and sorrow. Pain beyond words.
He only asks one question.
“Why did you do it?”
He knows the answer. He doesn’t ask the question for His Sake.
“I Had such Wonderful Plans for you.”
At this point, His Child realizes their mistake.
Too late.
He shakes His Head. The hurt tangible in His Voice breaks my heart.
“I Can’t Send you back.”
There is no second chance.
We often think that this life doesn’t matter all that much since Heaven promises existence and a life far surpassing the one in this fallen world.
But to Him, it does.
He has carefully crafted a wonderful, amazing Plan for every single of His Children.
He loves His Children.
He doesn’t want them to die.
Oh Holy Spirit, I thank You for pouring out both Joy and Sadness, Happiness and Sorrow through me. Let these tears of mine be a sacrifice, an offering to You. Amen.
EN 
DE