“The Spirit of the LORD is upon you,
Because He has anointed you
To preach the gospel to the poor;
He has sent you to heal the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to the captives
And recovery of sight to the blind,
To set at liberty those who are oppressed”
God’s words – 2009
The Spirit led me to a video. The Video was called ‘The Bridge’. My mind took in the last moments of the lives of many fellow humans as they ended their lives. The Golden Gate bridge is the gateway to death for so many brokenhearted people. My eyes watered, my anger arroused at those pushing them off the bridge, and then the Spirit led me to Twitter.
I had an account for a few months, not knowing why the Spirit led me to create it. Now as if my hands were His, I typed in the search, “#suicidal”. Immediately I saw all the people who used that hashtag, most just decribing a temporary frustration like a damaged i-phone, or school finals, or whatever. However, occasionally someone tweets a message of utter despair. Elise was one of them. “Im not sure how long I can live anymore”. This is often the message that suicidal people tweet.
I can’t recall her exact words that day, but it led to a short friendship. Elise is a young lady, she lives in Norway, she has a seemingly wonderful life…no abuse. She lives in a small town, where they have one church that they attend often. She has a mom and dad, and when I had spoken with her she had not spoken to her sister in years. It wasnt hard for me to convince her to contact her sister, which she did with snap chat, and a date was scheduled for them to meet. I thought at this point that she would be okay, that this was the mountain that needed to be moved for her to go forward. But I was wrong.
Elise has a boyfriend, a ‘wonderful guy’ she said. They both go to church together, and he treats her wonderfully. However, what her boyfriend didnt know, what her parents didnt know, what her pastor didnt know, was she was very depressed and she hated living regardless of the good times. She often would say, “I cant live much longer”…this phrase is the same phrase my mom would repeat to me often from age 12-17. At that time my mom often needed attention for all of my waking hours. Losing my Dad at age 9, the idea of my mom dying also was darkness. So many hours I spent hiding her razors, pills, knives, and i poured out any alcohol. Staying up by her bedside at night, i would talk to her as she cried to sleep. Eventually I would stay up all night, making sure she didnt attempt while i slept. When 7 am came I woke her up with coffee, instant nescafe, milk and no sugar. Off she went to work, and off to bed I went.
That was before I had the Spirit within me, pulling me in the direction of God’s will. That was the duty of a son, but with Elise, this was the surrender of God’s messenger.
The night it happened was the morning of Norway’s National Day, their most important holiday. The night before, it was 5pm here, and midnight there. I challenged Elise’s thinking that she had to end her life. I said it would hurt so many people, and I told her I knew about her cutting. Long sleeves and depressed teens is a sure sign they are cutting. Maybe it was the sign, maybe it was the Spirit informing me, whatever it was I knew. It was a short heated conversation. No matter what, she was going to do it, and do it really soon. What did ‘really soon’ mean? Then she said it, “Bye Michael”. She had never said “bye”, and she told me she would say “bye” before she did it.
Quickly the Spirit led me to a phone number in Norway, it was a small police station. They transferred me to Norway’s Bureau of Investigation. I gave them all I knew about her. They told me there wasnt anything they could do because there was no address, just an account. From that moment,and for the next 8 hours, I did several things to find out her address. Finally, in the morning she sent me a tweet. She was okay. She was going to Church and would read a prayer that morning. I was thrilled, I was so happy. My first response was 3 tweets, if you put them together they read,
However, after a chat, and to my surprise, she said, “im sorry if I cannot talk to you anymore, they told my parents”.
Five minutes later I got a call. It was the Agent, who had just left her house. With poor English he struggled to tell me she was okay. That her parents now know, and that he was going to follow up and see if she is getting the help she needs. He said he would have more to celebrate with his friends that night as they celebrate National Day.
When someone is in pain and in the darkness, the darkness will often take that soul. That darkness will then cast a shadow into the hearts and minds of all of those who loved the lost one. But when God’s Spirit enters a dark soul, the darkness is annihilated. When the lost one enters the light, that one will be reborn, light of light, and spirit born of The Spirit.
“The people who walked in darkness
Have seen a great light;
Those who dwelt in the land of the shadow of death,
Upon them a light has shined.” -God