What in the world is happening to sanity?
God help us all and protect us from this culture of death.
Don’t people realize that there’s no “undoing” or “do overs” when a person kills himself?
Little old lady in Auburn, Alabama, ended up bed ridden in a hospital and then a nursing home. She had been very active in the Lutheran Church there and being bed ridden was emotionally hard for her. I went in with some friends to see her and the friend took Communion to her. We read scripture, sang some hymns and then talked after wards. She was feeling helpless until I told her a story I’d heard from a praying woman in Montgomery, Alabama. Seems this woman had a heart for missionaries and would pray for certain ones she knew of by name every day. Well one early morning around 2 or 3 AM, she was awakened with a desire to pray but she didn’t know who for. So she got up out of bed, went to her chair where she sits and reads scripture and prays and just started praying and praying for the safety and security of missionaries and for God to bless whoever it was she was praying for. Well, about three months later, our church had as guest speakers a couple of missionaries who had just gotten back from Africa . . . don’t recall where exactly . . . and the couple told of their mission and about one day particularly when mercenaries came to the village where they were and threatened them and their church members and planned to set fire to their chapel and kill everyone in the village as well as take everything of value. For some unknown reason the mercenaries got into an argument among themselves with the usual yelling and shouting and shoving. Then, without any of the villagers saying or doing anything, just praying quietly together, the missionaries said that the mercenaries looked around and started acting afraid themselves. They kept looking off in the distance as if they saw an army coming down the road. The missionary saw nothing unusual when he looked down the road. Finally the mercenaries decided to leave and took off without firing one shot and without taking anything of value. Well, you can imagine what happened in church. The praying lady got up and asked the date and time this happened and it was exactly the day and time she’d been awakened to pray — only it was during daylight where the missionaries were. Lots of alleluias ensued in church. I told that story to the bed ridden little old lady and inspired her to pray for whomsoever the Lord laid upon her heart. And until she died, she was always praying. The nursing home staff visited her often just to have her pray with them. She was a blessing to all.
So here’s a woman that might have been encouraged to euthanize herself if she lived in Britain. But what about all those people who needed her prayers? What about the blessings that nursing home staff would have missed out on?
Euthanasia is insane. It’s unnatural. It’s like destroying a flower right at the peak of its bloom. Depression can be overcome, but once a person is dead, there are no do-overs.
bravo.