Our black truck is a hearse for the first time last Sunday, November 19. Weeping people watch us leave.
We make our way to the jungle spot where he will be buried. We are there for hours because the hole has not yet been dug.
His 2 oldest sons help dig the hole. His marker cross bears the name and age: DuPe, age 44.
I thought to myself, “This is what he wanted. He got what he wanted.”
Suicide is a godless and selfish decision. He left young children and grandchildren and friends. He has no idea how much God values him and gave His life for him, though he has heard God’s message of love more than anyone else in our villages.
I just read how Sister White sometimes spent hours during the night season praying for the lost that they would wake up and sense their danger and turn to the Lord.
“Oh Lord,” I cry, “Help me! I want to do more praying for the lost like this before it is forever too late for all the rest!”