“Hey, how are you doing?” a coworker asked me, as I was
taking a break by myself.
“I’m throwing a peanut butter pity party with all my
friends.” I replied.
Sometimes life gets us down.
It’s not a usual thing with me, but nonetheless it happens. The
Parkinson’s disease or the meds can cause this, too. In other words, things don’t have to be bad
for me to feel bad.
The news carries stories of suicides committed by people who
seemingly had everything. I don’t know
the stories behind the stories. But I do know that taking one’s own life is premature. What blessings are in store? What trials are
ahead? What is there after death? If someone is not saved, then hell –
certainly no “out” from his/her pain, depression or whatever is motivating
them.
Wishing to die is not a new thing. Jonah is one Bible character that wanted to
die. God had used him greatly to bring
salvation to a wicked people through Jonah. But Jonah didn’t rejoice. Instead, he wanted God to kill him – he was
throwing the greatest of peanut butter pity parties in history. I wonder what could have been if Jonah had
been on the same wavelength as God.
“Therefore now, O
LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die
than to live.” Jonah 4:3.
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