speedz99
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008, 9:09 AM
QUOTE (Loismustdie @ Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008, 8:14 AM)

Here is the thing, and this is from a purely christian standpoint. My life is not supposed to be on my terms. If I ain't dead yet, I am not supposed to be. My life still has a reason, whatever it is.
I have attended a deathbed ceremony- I say that because I don't know what else to call it. We sat there and watched this lady we knew for years, pass on. She had been riddled with cancer for years. We sang songs, took turns talking to her, stayed with her as she passed on. I learned alot those days. Probably more than if I had just volunteered to pull a plug. I know for me, that experience was invaluable in it's own way.
That's the thing- what is Gods plan? Oftentimes, we don't know. We just have to go with it. Painful, joyful, dark, come what may. I don't see anything in the New Testament that would point to anything else. That being said, no possible way I could hold everyone to this standard, how you want to go out is up to you.
That's all totally fair, and I can respect anyone who is able to stick to that thinking while in such blinding pain that all they want to do is die.
On another note, all know the old story:
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Once there was a devout religoius man. He went to temple, prayed, and believed in God to his very soul. In his heart he knew God would always take care of him and his family.
One beautiful Sunday it began to rain and soon the rain turned into a flood. The man stood on his front porch and prayed to God to deliver him and his family from the rising waters. As he prayed some men in a boat stopped and offered to take them to safety. The man refused and said, "God will provide for us."
Soon the water was up to the second floor and the man and his family prayed and sang to the Lord at the window. As they sung their praises to heaven another boat of rescue workers came up to the house but the man turned them away awaiting God's favor. He knew his faith would prevail.
Still the water rose and soon they were forced to perch upon their very roof, and still they did not give up their faith. Their voices were raised to heaven and they felt the light of their faith radiating from within. As the man waved away worldly men in their rescue helicopter he felt sure that God's intervention was at hand.
Now the man stood in God's presence, the memory of his crumbling home and drowning family fresh in his mind. He cursed God and demanded to know why he had been forsaken. And God said, "I sent two boats and a helicopter.".
Replace the flood with the ending stages of a painful degenerative disease, replace "God will provide" with "God will end my pain", and replace the helicopter with a doctor who is willing to set up a morphine drip.
It seems different, but who knows what the g-man would think.