Friday, February 25, 2005

Waking Up to Reality.

Popular television and film actress Lee Eun-ju was found dead on Tuesday, apparently having committed suicide. She was 24.

Lee, the star of such hit films as ``Tae Guk Gi'' (2004) and ``The Scarlet Letter'' (2004) as well as the recent MBC television drama ``Firebird (Pulsae),'' was found by her elder brother in the walk-in closet of her apartment in Pundang, Kyonggi Province, where she is said to have hung herself. A note written in blood that included the words, ``Mother, I'm sorry, I love you'' was discovered at the scene.
Source: The Korea Times

Before anyone wants to leave comments on how wasteful it is for her to kill herself at such a young age-when she is such a pretty young thing, after all the achievements she had come about with and so on and so forth, let us remind ourselves that suicide is not merely " a star's thing".

Neither is it about a life wasted simply because one is pretty, young and has a bright future ahead of him/her. Do we say that a mentally-retarded person who commits suicide is somewhat 'less wasted'?

Obviously, we aren't very good judges in determining whose quality of life is better. Lee Eun Ju, despite being "so pretty, so young, so successful" didn't think her 'quality of life' was even worthy enough to go on living.

Nor did by being a Christian spurred her to press on.

Finding a suitable reaction towards the act of a Christian commiting suicide brings much difficulty to me. Not that it is less difficult if he/she is a non-Christian.

Ultimately, committing suicide is a sin. By killing ourselves, is by no means also the act of murdering; for such act constitutes robbing the very personhood of a Man.

The Bible tells us of God's command to Man, that "You shall not murder". It is God's sovereignty to give life and take life. Man has no right to dispose the life of others and of himself. Such act is disobedience and disobedience to God is plainly enough, though not in any way should be lightly-viewed; SIN.

However, instead of condemning her at her grave, I realise just how much a person needs God. Many would say, "How would you know He is there?" "You are only creating a God, purportedly to have divine powers to help you escape from the realities of this world".

Wake up to reality. There is only one fundamental reality, actually; is that we need God. Saying that we need Him is one thing. Acting upon our reliance on Him by turning to Him is another.

I sympathise with her death. But, I sympathised with her life even more.

She needed God. But in spite of knowing His existence, she somehow; did not turn to Him for reliance.

That is all that she had wasted, but it costs her her life.

And Eternity.


Blogger Aronil said...

i think the actress at hand understood at least one part..her life actually means nothing. rather meaningless, that's the only conclusion i can come up with as to why she committed suicide.

The other sad part, is that despite knowing about God. She didn't KNOW God.

Taking a life which wasn't rightfully yours to begin with, as it belongs to our Lord, is not but a sin. Sad that the pretty face we see here, will not be a face that we will see in the Kingdom to come.

1:23 AM  
Blogger tehtarik said...

Perhaps, when all we see is bleakness; is when we come before the Lord; in sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”

12:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Suicide: 2 persons, 2 different destinies;

Judas Iscariot,

"Do we justly execrate the deed of Judas, and does truth itself prnounce that by hanging himself he rather aggravated than expiated the guilt of that most iniquitous betrayal, since, by despairing of God's mercy in his sorrow that wrought death, he left to himself no place for a healing penitence? How much more ought he to abstain from laying violent hands on himself who has done nothing worhty of such a punishment! For Judas, when he killed himself, killed a wicked man; but he passed from thi s life chargeable not only with the death of Christ, but with his own: for though he killed himself on account of his crime, his kililing himslef was another crime.

"Why, then, should a man who has done no illl do ill to hiimself, and by killing himself kill the innocent...[because himself wronged not himself]" - Augustine, City of God, Book 1, ch 17William Cowper;
As one who had throughout his life struggled with depressions and madness, Cowper had in a few occasions attempted to take his own life, some of which over matters which seemly are petty. His last poem, alas, reflected that poor troubled soul:

No voice divine the storm allayed,
No light propitious shone,
When, snatched from all effectual aid,
We perished, each alone;
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he. - The CastawayBeing tossed wildly in the raging sea, Cowper perhaps was more fortunate than most of us because someone reminded me that, "greater the illness, greater the medicine". Indeed...the tougher the race, the more glorious the grace. He recognized that his was a more afflicted life than others;

My soul is sad and much dismayed;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes,
With fierce Apollyon at their head,
My heav’nly pilgrimage oppose!

See, from the over-burning lake
How like a smoky cloud they rise!
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies. - My soul is sad and much dismayed, Olney HymnsYet, there was given him at such violent times a power to appeal to a great and able Aide;

Come then, and chase the cruel host,
Heal the deep wounds I have received!
Nor let the pow’rs of darkness boast
That I am foiled, and Thou art grieved! - My soul is sad and much dismayed, Olney HymnsIt was in this Aide, our Lord Jesus that Cowper found the strength to press on despite his conditions.

10:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thats so sad... haihhh...


8:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i guess she never understood the price paid on the Cross of how precious our lives are... That the life we now have doesn't really belong to our own.

- enn@j

11:31 AM  

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