Someone I know but never met commited suicide Friday morning. Friend of a friend of a friend sort of thing. I pieced it together through the information I had at hand. It struck me; when I realized this is happening every day, all around us. There are those who leave us for their own reasons we can never answer, and our only recourse is to explain the loss of loved ones to others. Although it is not my place, and I am not in the position to have anything to say, my heart goes out. Because it is the purpose of those of us with beliefs, with higher callings, to emphasis the charity and loving kindness of our inspiration to others.

I read a book by one William Duggan recently, and a certian section struck me. It read:

“The condition of mankind in general and each individual man in the process toward unity with love is the condition of Original Sin.”

Duggan was trying to communicate the NT concept of original sin. He differentiated between the OT account of Adam’s sin and the Romans 5 account, which set the foundation for the idea that what seperates us from God is our inability to love; what keeps us in a state of misery, and makes evil in the world, is the lack of an altuistic, empathetic, loving element, which Christ embodied by the spirit of God. As God is love (1 John 4:8) and God is a spirit (John 1:18), those who emphasis the love of Christ in their life are taking the transcendant values of the divine and making them immanent, or manifesting itself in and through all aspects of the material world. Our Christianity must inspire us to love, sacrificially and altuistically, because that is our “process toward unity with love.”

It’s this and my continuing frustration with myself and others how little our spirituality does to make the world better, and instead serves to justify our own beliefs. Rather than working as a means to liberate ourselves from human culture, materialism, and selfishness, it typically serves as a vehicle for reinforce and legitimize our personal views/beliefs with powerful, traditional myths. It is supposed to be the means for our own enlightenment; what moves us beyond temporal concerns to those altruistic, loving and understanding values. But so often we are lost in the literalness of behaviorism and historical fact, that we lose sight of the revelation of God in time as specific events where something beyond ourselves is revealed to us. The deeper meaning is lost, because we see it as another philosophy, or some other sort of organization to determine how we should live, rather than a new reason for why we are living. We are living to love, and to grow in secret through this revelation (Mark 4:26-29). We do not live to love the world (1 John 2:15) and all it’s devices and organizations, but to love God and our neighbors (Matthew 22:39). We are the body of Christ, and if God is love, we must love, because our neighbors need it.

Basket of Bread-Rather Death Than Shame by Salvador Dali

I don’t really know too many people who have commited suicide; a co-worker of my father did when I was young, and this person who passed away Friday was not someone I knew, but when people take their lives it is because the circumstances they live in seem beyond the ability to cope. During my grievence for everyone who is far away from us, and beyond our ability to love before they are gone, I recalled the words of Khalil Gibran, Lebbanese poet/philosopher/mystic, who has always been a great inspiration to me.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
– On Pain, جبران خليل جبران بن ميکائيل بن سعد