Fearful. Intimidated. Not words I’d use to describe myself. Until now. It’s come to my attention that I’m afraid of rocking the boat when it comes to very public controversy. It bothers me to think that I might offend someone or make them mad by offering my thoughts on a hot topic. It unnerves me to think that someone might respond in heated opposition. Yikes.
Today I’m facing the fear & risking the backlash. Sometimes we believe something so strongly we can’t help but speak it. That’s where I stand today on this issue of “right to die” or “death with dignity”. This one burns me to the core so in search of my own relief I’m going to write.
As a preface to this I want to make clear that I have never been in such a tragic situation & I have no idea what it feels like to be given a gruesome life sentence or to be the family member of someone who has. In no way do I know what that kind of pain is. I can only try to imagine. Also, my opinions are based on my faith & are directed to believers, Jesus Christ followers. My very strong feelings are not intended for anyone except Christians.
As a woman of God I believe that to take my own life for any reason at all is wrong. Period.
-I.am.not.God. I’m not Him so I don’t have any business playing His part by ending a life that He gave. (Psalm 139:13-16)
-I believe in God & His power to heal. If I end my own life on Monday & my miracle was waiting for me on Tuesday….well…see? (Isaiah 53:5, Matthew 4:23)
-As a child of God, I no longer have a “right” to myself. I am not my own. I was bought at a price. (I Corinithians 6:19-20)
-Jesus didn’t die a dignified death. He didn’t get the option to be overmedicated in the privacy of His own home instead of being publicly beaten, spit on, mocked, & crucified. And I have the audacity to think I deserve something a little prettier or tidier? (Luke 9:23)
My heart aches for the families that face such unfathomable choices, but precious people loved by an almighty God, it was never your choice to make.