In just the last four days, I’ve heard about three people who have taken their own lives and one failed attempt.
Three lives taken from this world!!!!!! Let that sink in, three lives in the last four days!
It breaks my heart. It shakes something deep inside of me. It keeps me up at night wandering could we as Christians been more present. And it makes me ask a hard, uncomfortable question:
What am I and my fellow believers (church) doing to help prevent this?
We gather. We sing. We shake hands. We say, “I’ll pray for you.”
But behind too many smiles are silent screams. Behind polished Sunday looks are people falling apart on the inside.
Sometimes, we’re so focused on behavior, we miss the brokenness. We don’t see the signs. Or worse—when someone does speak up—we rush to fix them with a verse instead of sitting in the pain with them.
Yes, share the Gospel—please do. But don’t forget, people want to know we care. Really care. Sit with them through it.
They’re not looking for a sermon in their suffering. They’re looking for a hand to hold, a heart that listens, and a presence that stays.
Jesus didn’t run from hurting people. He drew near. He wept. He noticed.
So I wonder…
Are we really being the hands and feet of Jesus to those battling depression, trauma, or suicidal thoughts?
Are we offering real community, or just casual conversation?
Are we teaching people it’s okay to say, “I’m not okay”?
Are we making the Church a safe place to struggle?
Are we reaching out—or are we just talking behind their backs?
Are we truly loving people—or just commenting on their pain from a distance?
And what’s even more heartbreaking is this:
There is always another opinion or another judgment to a social media post such as this or even this blog —but they still won’t see the urgency.
Still won’t feel the weight of what’s happening all around us.
This is not the time for commentary. This is a time for compassion.
The enemy works hard to isolate and lie.
The Church must work harder to love and listen.
We can’t afford to keep pretending. Souls are at stake.
If someone near you seems different—quieter, distant—reach out.
Don’t wait. Don’t assume someone else will.
This is a wake-up call.
Let it shake us. Let it move us. Let it change the way we care.
Shame on me!! Shame on you!! Shame on us!!
Because three lives in four days is three too many.
And tomorrow, it could be someone I love, you love.
Let’s be the Church that sees people.
That sits with them.
That speaks life over them.
Let’s be the one that helps people believe there’s something worth staying for—a reason to hope, a future worth living for.