The Cry for Help I Didn’t Hear

The Cry for Help I Didn’t Hear

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Several months ago I got word that a friend of mine had committed suicide. We hadn’t talked in about a year. I wasn’t really a fan of his political rantings on Facebook and he had gotten a little too comfortable dropping F-bombs in his posts. So, we kind of lost touch.

Thanks to Facebook algorithms, when I stopped commenting on his posts he pretty much disappeared from my newsfeed. When I got the news I went to his page and saw his final post.

“Goodbye everybody, it’s time to go. Time to leave the world behind and face the truth.”

I didn’t see that post. So now I feel guilty.

I have literally no idea what was going on in his life. I’m not sure what got him to the point that he took his own life. But it was a sobering reminder of the words of the Scottish preacher Ian Maclaren, Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

I can’t stand some of the stuff I see on Facebook. I’d rather just ignore it. I’d rather watch cat videos and magic tricks. But I have to remember that behind every vitriolic comment and inflammatory statement is a human being who is struggling. Often times those who shout the loudest and most definitively are the ones who are struggling the most to make some sense of this crazy world. They are trying to convince themselves.

We can’t afford to ignore the stuff we don’t want to see or hear online or in real life. The stakes are too high. But we have to remember that engaging the argument isn’t the solution. The only solution is to engage the heart. And the key to every heart is love. Not logic.

Love is patient and kind… Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Cor. 13:4-7