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Previous Entry Coming back out of the woodwork Aug. 7th, 2004 @ 02:02 pm
Hey. I started this community a while ago on a lazy Saturday when I was complaining with a friend of mine about people having poor, hole-filled and badly-stated arguments about God. I meant to write a lot in it. I got distracted and kind of abandoned it. I'm sorry about that.

I still think this community is a good idea. I'm going to try harder to keep it alive. I never did write my opinions on the Flood, and I may still do that, and there's something else I've been meaning to write too, but for now I'm putting something here that was suggested by a friend.

This is an excerpt from an email from me to said friend about a mutual friend of ours that is dealing with the apparent suicide of her boyfriend. I'm interested in your opinions on what I had to say.

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I know you're afraid of death. And I know how hard it is to deal with things like this, especially with people so young. But I firmly believe that God has the ability to use the decisions we make to teach us things that we need to know or to touch the lives of others. I believe that since we have free will, He will let us do the things we choose, but He also has the ability to put us into situations where our decisions will help His plan for our lives. And sometimes we'll never know why things happen as they do, but that doesn't mean they don't happen for a reason. Maybe in like 50 years, surviving this experience will help Jess give solace to somebody else in a similar situation . . . we don't know. I don't believe God wanted Kyle to commit suicide, but that's the sticky thing with free will. He won't stop us, but He'll use our choices in ways that we might not understand.

I have to believe that. I've seen too much death and pain to think it serves no purpose at all.

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