My son took his life a few years ago.
He had been gravely ill, full of despair, and completely alone.
He was 35 years old.
He suffered from multiple physical problems that would have led to premature death.
His lifelong mental illness plagued him with frenzied episodes of despair, melancholy, and bizarre ideas.
During his more lucid times, he was quiet, content, engaged with his family. His intelligence amazed everyone. He studied history, particularly the world wars.
He loved the age of radio. He collected audio speeches of great leaders, like Churchill, and old news broadcasts.
Bob Dylan's music mesmerized him.
He truly lived the command "love thy neighbor" by quietly advocating for people less fortunate than he, giving his time and attention to the disabled and elderly.
He loved the Old Testament, especially the Psalms.
He believed that he would go to Heaven, "not because of anything I did, but because Christ died for me. So I'll see you on the other side, Mom."
I am not concerned about my son's salvation. When he accepted the Lord as a young man, he was sealed with the Holy Spirit.
God's Word tells us that we are "sealed with the Holy Spirit" and that nothing can separate us from the love of Christ, "neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:38-39)