Wednesday, May 2, 2012
The end or the beginning
In the last two days, I've been told of two deaths. Two very different deaths. First, a man who set fire to his house, and then shot himself. The second, my mother in law who faded away into a natural death. The suicide uses death as an escape from whatever they can't face about life, and gives in to despair and darkness. The natural death, accompanied by the suffering one faces with old age, contains hope, even in the face of suffering- and that is something that people who don't have God in their lives don't understand; in fact I was talking to a friend shortly before I got the news of my mother in law's death, and he was saying that the government should allow people who are terminally ill to take their own lives with the assistance of prescription drugs. This is a common attitude these days. What difference between the man who shot himself, and someone who opts for a prescription drug to do the job? There is horror for the one, and acceptance for the other. But it is the same thing- a lack of respect for life, and a failure to understand that all life is a gift from God, and therefore precious even if it is accompanied by mental or physical suffering. People are so afraid of suffering, so full of self-love that they can't imagine accepting suffering; that only good things should happen to them or life is not worth living. What they miss is that temporal suffering can make amends for their sinful lives, and prepare their soul to be acceptable to God. I would rather suffer than lose God for eternity. Death opens the door to eternity, but those who do not believe don't understand that. They see only this world, from the narrowness of their own perspective. To me, that is the saddest thing, because so very many people are like that. So many souls who don't have God to turn to, so many souls who could ask for His mercy, so many souls who are likely to suffer the eternal fire of the absence of God, which they have chosen. These are the souls I pray for.