The Lord gives his people strength. The Lord blesses them with peace. Psalm 29:11
I know what they might say. That you don’t need Jesus to have hope. And maybe you don’t. But my belief system begs to differ.
The number one indicator that a person might actually follow through with a suicide attempt is this…hopelessness. Not a past history of sexual or physical abuse, not a previous diagnosis of bipolar disorder or depression, not the experience of a recent loss or death – although all of these things can certainly contribute – but the big surrounding encompassing factor is hopelessness.
Hopelessness is an indicator of the state of our heart and mind. A place utterly devoid of pleasure and filled to the brim with pain. Writhing pain that refuses to stop. It can’t wait. It must be ended. And so countless individuals take their own life.
How can we combat this? How can we be givers of hope and life? How can we give sight to the blind? Light to those living in stark barren fearful darkness. The one true, the one lasting, the one faithful always answer is Jesus.
Am I saying you can’t have hope without Jesus? No. People claim that they do.
What I am saying is that hope without Jesus places a tremendous responsibility on the part of the hop-er. A responsibility I don’t believe we were ever meant to bear.
If it is our decision and even our damnation to provide ourselves with hope we are certainly destined for failure. There are good things in this world but other than Jesus Christ these things will let you down. There are good people but people eventually pass away. And if the burden of keeping ourselves hopeful is ours to bear alone, well that certainly brings hopelessness and fear of failure to a level beyond my comprehension.
The answer is clear to me. The anchor for my soul has to and can only be Jesus. He is my hope. When countless things and people have failed me time and time again Jesus holds me to ground floor of His love. When I mess up over and over again Jesus holds me to ground floor of His grace. I exist surrounded by an ocean of His unending love and mercy. That is where my hope comes from. Only through and in the Lord.
Psalm 29:11 calls this hope a blessing. Something the Lord has given to His people to be a basement, a rooting, for growth. Hope is the beginning, the birthing ground, of our faith. The knowledge that someone far greater than ourselves charts the course of our destiny. This is our God. This is our hope. This is the absolute truth we bank our lives upon.
So for me when it all comes crashing down – I can be as barren as Job crying out to God is desperation – but no one can ever take the hope God has given to me. Depression may knock on my door…but hopelessness stays away because of Jesus. I operate as a child of God under His blessing of hope. The anchor for my soul. Whom and what shall I fear when my indestructible God is the foundation of my life?
Dear friend if you have stumbled across this place and are feeling hopeless I can’t help but ask if you have Jesus? Because lasting hope comes only in this: the blessing of God through Christ Jesus. Accept Him into your heart and your life and you may still feel as if your life sucks. But one thing will change. Your hope will rest in Jesus. You will have renewed power and strength. And together He will help you rebuild the ruins and unhinge the shackles of bondage. In Him you will have new life. Life abundantly.
Stop trying to rescue hope from the pits and dry wells of the world. This is not a place where hope can be found. True and lasting hope is found and held only in Him.