…etaphorical. Your last sentence is redemptive. It triggers the image of God hugging JW and weeping: “You poor boy. You were afflicted by a parody of my intention for creation, and gave up your life to say no to it. Your sacrifice has not gone unnoticed. You are remembered as a martyr.”
I’ve been grappling with the story of Jarrid Wilson for the past two days. It’s one of those stories that rocks my world because this was an individual that apparently had access to all the supposed answers but that didn’t seem to help. It beckons the question, if Jesus isn’t the answer, then what is?
This statement you made (it’s always most powerfully affective to me when someone speaks in God’s first-person voice) has put me at ease so thank you!