Disempathy Bursts

A rebuke ignored is to witness what was warned.

A rebuke ignored means you witness what was warned.

If The Bible is a codex of consciousness, and to say something from the Holy Spirit is not of the Holy Spirit is the unforgivable sin of blasphemy of The Holy Spirit, then denial of self will appear like an option, but will ultimately be fruitless. How far one can travel this path is God's grace. Death is not denial of self, or we are all doomed.

By whose hand does a homeless person, cast out by society and given no resources to survive, choosing a knife over death by exposure, die? 

Your answer depends largely on if you've ever considered yourself at risk of holding that knife, but the true answer does not.

I don't know why one considers suicide when other reasonable options are on the table, but I know that death by torture (or exposure- dehydration, starvation, heat stroke, freezing to death), and death by a merciful cut, are not balanced on the scales. Most do not comprehend torture or their own risks of death by exposure, however. 

This society and even kind- largely- is hollow, rotten, weak. Ivory towers of sustained living above destitution are nearly everywhere in this country. When these answers can be given from a position of understanding, or at least empathy, perhaps this kind can be saved. Perhaps "if" is a better word than "when" here.

Enjoy your shelters, beds, heaters, air conditioners, food, and clean water. For now.

Revelation 14:19-20
The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath. They were trampled in the winepress outside the city, and blood flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses’ bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia.

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