It’s the only word that can describe a 15 year old’s death.
After months of bullying and harrasment, on Jan. 14, Phoebe Prince chose to end her life.
There are so many questions. Why? What made her feel as if there was no hope? Could it have been prevented?
I don’t know if we’ll ever have all the answers. All we know is that at some point she was pushed to the edge by the constant torment of kids who chose her as the target of their derision.
In 2006, there were 33,000 suicides in the United States. 594,000 others were treated for self-afflicted injuries.
Many of these people may have friends and family who stood steadfastly beside them through thick and thin, but many don’t.
Every suicide can’t be prevented, but I just wonder what statistical change would happen if we as “the church” took to intentionally noticing and loving people who are being pushed to the edge. Too often, our friends consist of people who look and sound an awful lot like us. I admit. That describes me in a lot of ways.
Jesus stood with the downtrodden. He healed the sick. He found himself confronted with a lot of messy situations. But he looked neither left nor right. He refused to overlook, ignore, or forget about them. Instead, he graciously provided for their phsyical and spiritual needs.
Now, we’re no Jesus. But we can love people. The question is: Are we willing to?
Phoebe’s death is a sad, tragic reminder that our world is broken. Please pray for her family as they cope with the loss of their daughter.