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Why Me, Lord?
Contributed by
picklepuss
on
Sunday, 13th September 2009 @ 11:01:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Why Me, Lord?
But then I must ask. . . Why Not, Me?
Remember my prayer, Lord?
Save my children at all cost?
I never thought giving you complete freedom over them
would lead to death.
But that’s what happened.
We buried one of our children – Your child.
Out of my tears and agony came the question, “Why, Lord, why?"
He had his whole life before him?
Why now, when it seemed
he was lingering in the valley of indecision?”
Silence – no answer came.
We slogged on, picking up the pieces
as best we could.
Life is for the living, but we were barely surviving.
As bad as our pain has been,
would we wish this gnawing grief on anyone else?
The answer had to be, “No.”
So - is my question, “Why not, me?”
To which Jesus answered softly,
“This is the work of the enemy.
I created and love each and every one of My precious children.”
“But, is that all the time we get with him, Lord?” I asked.
“Sorry, but it wasn’t long enough, not even close.”
I take a look back…I was a self-sufficient Christian then, but…no longer. My heart shattered that day into confetti-like bits of flesh and I fell on my face begging God to extend His mercy.
Who else could understand my wailing and tears?
Are you listening, Lord?
Long, long ago before Adam and Eve were created,
The heavenly counsel met somewhere in heaven.
There had to be a back-up plan…just in case the humans God was going to design, would choose to follow a different path.
Who could do the job?
Who would willingly volunteer to give His life to pay
the ultimate price for sin?
Jesus pushed His chair back from the table and stood up.
“I’ll do it, Father,” He said.
“If sin demands blood, then let My blood pay the ransom.”
And it was done. Counsel adjourned.
Fast forward about four thousand years to the Garden of Gethsemane.
Jesus is on His face,
begging His Father for mercy.
“Father, if possible, let there be another way, but if not, I will keep
the promise I made long ago.
They are worth every drop of blood I shed for them.”
So the question must be, “Why not, Me.”
Fast forward again.
The scene is full of indescribable pain as parents, siblings
and friends say “good-bye”
to a son, brother and friend they loved so much.
But we weren’t alone in our grief and pain.
We were wrapped in the loving arms of Jesus, while He
gently wiped away the tears from our eyes with His nail-scarred hands.
“It won’t be long,” He whispers softly.
“Soon I will come and raise him up and you will have
all of eternity together.
Please hold on to My promises.
Please try to comprehend that he had been in terrible pain for so long.
The enemy took pleasure in harassing him and
he was loosening his weakened grip on Me.
I could not bear to watch Satan make fun of him any longer.
It was time to let him take a nap.
He’s safe, at peace and I have the best
part of him – his DNA.
So don’t worry…he will be much better than you ever remembered.
His face will be lit with the glory of his Heavenly Father
and you will recognize his beautiful, blue eyes and his cute
little chuckle when he laughs.
I made him once…I can make him again.
Yes, My child, you are right when you could finally ask, ‘Why not, me?’
I couldn’t stand his pain…and yours hurts me too, but we have each other.
And you will continue to grow in My love and understanding.
There are many who need to hear your story.
They are everywhere – trying to bear their terrible grief in silence,
guilt, embarrassment and shame.
They need to hear from your lips – your story.
They need to hear about the Love that never lets you go.”
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picklepuss
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2009-09-13 11:01:17]
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