Suicide question

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Suicide falls under the category of thou shall not kill, it is presumed to lead to hell on the principle you have premeditated to murder yourself so that once the act is completed, you are rendered incapable of asking for forgivness. Personally i dont believe this to be what happens.

There is no biblical proof of a place of eternal torment, aka: "hell". (I could give you the multitudinous scriptures but it's been done ad nauseum). Also, if it were a "mortal sin" that would land you in eternal torment, then one would have to question the actions of Jesus based on foreknowledge by Him. He knew He would be crucified and yet he willingly went. He knew when and He went anyway. His disciples tried to fight to save Him and He rebuked them. Does that sound like suicidal behavior to anyone else? Of course, Jesus was a special case but the principle still holds.
Read an enlightening word in Anne of Green Gables (of all places) in which one of the characters complaining of their despair was scolded by the listener who said, "to despair is to insult God". The idea being that God is in control (sometimes despite our experiences) and since He really does love us, He allows experiences that will make us stronger.
Saul, first king of Israel, hand-picked by God Himself, committed suicide. (He had begun to fall out of favor, spiritually speaking, but that's another topic.) Doesn't say he roasted in eternal flames.
I think at some time in our lives we've all faced the question of suicide. It's a question of control (imho). We feel we have so little control over our lives, which is pretty depressing all by itself, that we find the one thing we can have control over. Life itself. At least our own.

poem to follow.

The Warrior

In the dark before the dawn on the battlefield of life
Stood a warrior, worn and ragged; quite overcome with strife.
With the noise of war around him crashing in his ears
And the din of false encouragements shouted from his peers
He surveyed the scene of struggle in which he'd daily fought
And counted once again the cost-his life so cheaply bought.
The smoke and smell of conflict choked him, burned his eyes.
Vainly he ignored the sounds of his fallen comrades cries.
In the fields of carnage, bloodied, his enemies advanced
And falling on his knees he prayed, "Dear God! Just one more chance!"
Stripping off his coat of arms he retrieved his tarnished sword
And rushed head long into the ranks to slay the killing hoard.
"My life! My life!" he screamed aloud, wildly slashing the air.
"No cause I champion on this day. My life! For all I dare!"
One by one his foes fell dead or retreated from his face
And breaking through the wall of death he earned his rightful place
Among the living heroes who refuse to die in vain,
Among returning victors who sing victorys' sweet refrain;
Who will not shed their blood for naught nor cower down in fear
But stand alone amidst the fray to gain the prize so dear...
In the dark before the dawn on the battlefield of life
Stands a warrior undefeated whom no on dares to fight.

whitewave