This may sound odd but bear with me…
I have been depressed since Mrs. Maynard’s death. Not just sad or disappointed but deeply depressed. I was hoping and praying that some miracle of grace would touch the hearts of those involved and that she would change her mind and that God would by his own hand take her swiftly and gently and that there would be no gratification for the DWD advocates who were using her as a lobbiest for their cause. When I read the headline that she had taken her own life, I felt such a wave of grief sweep over me and it has not lifted.
I was not putting God to the test. He gives us all the gift of free will and an intellect that is capable of using our free will as we see fit. What crushed me was how obstinate a person can be when they are set on an idea or acting out of fear of the unknown or feel that they should not surrender not one ounce of themselves to anything outside of themselves. What hurt more still was no amount of love, understanding or reasoning was able to penetrate the hearts of any of the involved persons. I wasn’t putting Father God to the test, I was putting that flickering spark of love that might have still been burning in the soul to the test. I realized that in this case the only love that burned was love of self, fear of surrendering to a power that we are not in control of but that formed us in love so that we might find salvation, and contempt of suffering as if to say : “I am too perfect and too special to suffer and suffering is ugly and deplorable and I refuse to endure it!”
To even think such a thing and to take such steps avoid it to the point of suicide is to say: “A God (if he exist at all) will think I am above suffering and will spare me from pain by giving me a miracle cure so I can continue to believe that I am special and perfect. If I don’t get what I demand then there is no God and if there is then HE will never get my love or my soul and if I can cause HIM pain by destroying my own life than he deserves it because HE let me down.”
I know my assessment either sounds harsh, exaggerated or even funny but it is what I’ve come away with from watching this media circus that surrounded this event and hearing from her own mouth the amount of self pity and self worship that this short life was in bondage to. I, like all of us here, have known and will know trials, suffering, loss and grief. I have accepted that as my lot in life since I was old enough to grasp the concepts of God, Salvation, suffering and redemption. I grieve for this young woman because she could have been anyone’s daughter-yours, mine.
I have been thinking of her mother who had to or rather chose to witness and play a part in this horrible act. Just like the fairytale wedding that we all saw pictures of, this woman also crafted a fairytale death that her mother and husband also had to play a part in. My question is: How can anyone claim to love others while propping them up like play things to take part in not only their dreams but their horrifying nightmares? This will haunt the witnesses there for the rest of their lives, whether they want to ever admit it or not. Then there is the issue of material cooperation, if that be the case then is it more than one person’s salvation in jeopardy? Is anything worth losing eternity? The whims of a child even one of my own dear children is not worth theirs or my own salvation.
My daughter said to me: You’re upset because you see her death as God’s loss while other people just see it as a choice." I would also add, I feel contrition that isn’t mine to feel and therefore I cannot ask for God’s absolution of her sin and because of this I feel that I and the entire body of Christ have lost someone and suffered a wound that might never be healed.
Blessings Elsker, Mary