Suicide

I was hesitant to discuss my sentiments with anyone concerning the suicide of a friend of mine. I've been to funerals before and I've seen dead bodies, yet, this time it felt different. Looking at his vapid corpse I felt a cold chill rush over me. Here was an individual that saw no point in living or no way out from the demons or tribulations that bothered him. The image of his face haunted my mind, coming in and out of my thoughts throughout the following weeks. I begged to ask myself the question why was I so distraught? I reflected over the conversations I had had with him and I noted that I never discussed God or anything that dealt with God to him. It was a harsh conclusion I came to, a friend of mine perished willingly and I never mentioned the purpose we have in God and the salvation that He offers us. What was wrong with me? How is it that I could talk about the bible with a complete stranger and on the other hand let the opportunity slip right threw my fingers with a friend? At any rate the experience has left me feeling bolder in presenting my faith to others no matter who they are.