Our broken world
I received an email a week ago about a professor at Cal who committed suicide. I clicked on a link to an article and there was a big picture of him on the right side of my screen; he had a smile on his face. As I read the article, my heart broke. People who knew him wrote about how he was a delightful person…talented, enthusiastic, outgoing, down-to-earth, and excited. But according to him, he was depressed. I sat down and prayed right there in my cubicle at work. It was early in the morning and not many people were around. I knew there were people like him all around me – looking chipper on the outside but feeling hollow and depressed on the inside. I know, because I was once like that. I prayed for all those people who have thought about or are thinking about suicide, that God would have mercy on them. I kept thinking about this as I interacted with people that day. This burden kept gnawing at me throughout the week.
At prayer meeting yesterday, I prayed again for those people out there on the Berkeley campus that are like this professor. God is the only one that knows who they are, and I prayed that somehow they would come to know Jesus. I hope to find those people so I can tell them about the hope I have found in Jesus. Indeed, apart from God, the Author and Source of life, the world seems so dark and cold. I want to continue praying for those people who seem to have lost all hope in themselves and this world… that one day, they would be able to experience life where God is their hope and Heaven is their destiny.