I have read a number of accounts of people commiting suicide, despite having all the outward appearences of a meaningul, successful and happy life.
It is a disturbing thought to consider how men and women with good jobs, good families, goodhealth and the other pleasures of life could leave suicide notes filled with such hopelessness.
Somedays I can hardly imagine the frame of mind it would take to do that.
Somedays I feel as though I can intimately understand their fatal decisions.
I don't know why I feel this way today. Honestly I don't.
I refuse to be comforted by a lie. I cannot be comforted by a lie.
If God was not real. If he did not present himself to me. If there was no ultimate hope or meaning... I would not be in this world.
Why some of us can see, and why some of us will die not seeing, is beyond my comprehension. There are too many variables and secrets hidden in the human heart for me to know why one person will see God, while another chooses to deny him. The only one I know well is myself.
For myself, I say I could not believe a lie, I could not be content to live with false comfort. My life testimony is that God exist who gives me purpose and meaning, and that there is hope in Jesus Christ. Truth and reality originates in the Creator. Not our whimsical desires.
Opinions are preferences amid options. Convictions are woven into one's conscience.-Ravi Zacharias in Beyond Opinion: Living The Faith We Defend
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