I pleaded with him.
To no avail, as it turned out.
Ronnie * (not his real name) and I were on the patio behind my house. He was a 31-year-old divorcee with two young girls who adored him. Chronically depressed, he had tried a couple times to take his own life.
“Next time you think of suicide,” I said, “please consider the consequences. Think of your girls and how your death would cause them grief. Don’t just think of how to end your own pain and despair. If you love them—and I know you do—don’t take the easy way out, for their sake.”
I wasn’t glib in telling him that. Though I’ve never tried to take my own life, I’ve yearned for death many times during episodes of depression. I’ve even prayed for God to take my life while I slept.
GOD’S GRACE FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
“What keeps me from following through on suicidal thoughts,” I told Ronnie, “other than the grace of God directly, is not only the pain I would cause my loved ones, but what I would be modeling for them about how to handle despair. You see, when my grown sons or only grandchild face future difficulty—a tragic loss, career setback, or severance of a special relationship—I don’t want my past suicide to increase the likelihood that they will choose that alternative. I don’t want them to think, ‘Dad (or Papaw) avoided more pain by killing himself. Maybe that’s a good option for me.’”
“I’ll go through hell inside instead of making that tragic choice easier for them,” I assured Ronnie.
If only. If only he had listened.
Two years later, his next attempt succeeded. I can’t begin to grasp the depth of his angst, but oh, how I’ve lamented his rash decision to take those pills after an argument with a girlfriend! Though I’ve shed my share of tears over Ronnie, my primary memory right before the funeral is seeing the tears of his daughters, ages 14 and 11.
May God give those girls grace if they are ever tempted to handle their pain the same way.
This life isn’t about me or what would comfort me or end my pain. It’s about God, and His call for me to serve Him. Since I’m His property, He, not me, must decide when my life should end — and this life is also about those brave few who really love me.
I will admit, following this counsel is easier said than done, even for myself. Please pray for someone today who struggles with deep depression or suicidal thoughts, that he or she may sense the unconditional love of Christ.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
*Originally published, February, 2015
Dr. Terry Powell
Author and Professor
Terry is Faculty Emeritus at Columbia International University, and now Adjunct Professor in Church Ministries. Married 50 years, he has two sons, a daughter-in-law, and a grandson. Terry writes about faith and depression at Penetrating the Darkness. His latest book, Oh God, I’m Dying! How God Redeems Pain for Our Good and for His Glory tells of God's sustaining grace in the life of co-author, Dr. Mark Smith, who is an effective Christian university president despite suffering daily pain from a near-fatal accident.
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