Prior to
being in ministry I was a subcontractor for flooring and I had various men work
for me during that time. One specific
man worked for me about seven years and we became very good friends to the
point that we enjoyed each other’s company even off of the clock. He was a believer in Jesus Christ and
attended another local church in town; in fact, he was very involved in
ministry at that church. He had grown up
in a Christian home and his parents served as missionaries.
I knew that
he had become infrequent in church and he started to enjoy more acquaintances with
people outside of the church. For his
own reasons, he had become frustrated and disillusioned with the church and so called Christians. Alcohol became a dear friend that he could
trust and isolation became a regular practice in his life. We always enjoyed each other’s company and we
often picked up where we left off when we got together. However, I knew that he lacked the joy of
walking with Christ like he once did in his life. It wasn’t long and he began to fail to
acknowledge or respond to my calls and texts although I knew he was busy. In fact, I even continued to refer him flooring
work from people who would contact me for flooring—everyone loved him.
I knew that
his parents and siblings were concerned for him but they did not want to
interfere with his life or push him away from them. Having never married and with his family living
out of town, he spent a great deal of time by himself. Out of the blue one day he sent me a text
that said, “Please tell my parents that I’m very sorry but I’m unable go
on. I’ve tried.” I did not know how to interpret this text
although I took it to heart and attempted to call him to grab coffee with
him. After a few short exchanges of texts
he went off the radar and stopped responding to me. It was six hours later that I received a
phone call from a common friend sharing with me that he had just ended his life
with a gun.
As tears
filled my eyes and a lump developed in my throat, I stood speechless and
dumbfounded. I could only ask the
question, “Why would he do this”? It has
been almost four years since he took his life and I keep his photo next to my
desk to remind me about the preciousness of life, friends, and to keep praying
for his family. I truly believe that he
succumbed to the lies of the evil one, Satan.
You see Satan would have us to believe that God is not capable of
bringing deliverance in our lives. Satan
would have us to believe that life is meaningless. Satan would have us to believe that our
circumstances our hopeless and that God left us behind. Satan would have us to believe that we are
unworthy and that nobody cares for us any longer. Satan
is a liar!!!
Once an
individual crosses the line and accepts Satan’s lies then Satan sets his hook
deep inside of their soul. He then
attempts to draw them away causing them to entertain all types of ungodly
thoughts including ending their life.
Please be convinced and share with others that there is not a thing that
could ever separate us from the love of God, which is through Jesus Christ (Romans
8:38-39). Christ proved His love to us
through His death, resurrection, sitting at the right hand of God, and by
interceding (praying; John 17:9) for us even today. God wants us to know the fullness of joy and
peace, which comes through walking and fellowshipping with Him. The day we let go of God’s hand is the day we
begin to look for the hand of another (Satan) who will always give us the wrong
comfort and ultimately poison our soul. Please reach those who are doubting the
love of God today!
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