I have a story to share about where people go that commit suicide. I was doing home health, had been assigned to spend day's with my boss's mom who had almost been killed in a car wreck. He couldn't find anyone that she liked to stay with her, she sent 3 of them packing the first day. I got there and found out it was because she was a Spirit-filled Christian and she didn't want anyone tending to her, who wasn't. So we began to pray for her family and others, and have fellowship every day.
She decided to let the hospital's aide give her a bath instead of me, so we could have more uninterrupted God time. So this woman aide from the hospital comes in, and one day, the Lord draws my attention to her and I asked her if I could pray for her. I found out later she only agreed because she thought I meant, "add her to my prayer list."
When she said yes, I "pounced" on her before she could change her mind, and began to pray; the Lord said to her, "Forgive your father, he didn't understand. He is with Me."
She immediately burst into sobs; just then HER boss, a supervisory RN walks in the door, trying to figure out why her aide is sobbing on this patient's couch. The aide excuses herself and bolts out the door. By the grace of God, the RN was my high school best friend I had not seen in years, so I was the distraction.
The aide had a week's vacation, so for a whole week, we wondered why the aide lost it when I gave her the Word from the Lord. When she returned, she recounted how her father, who was a Christian, could not get free of an alcoholic spirit. He would become violent towards her mother, brother and her. He finally became convinced that he was going to kill them at some point, so during the last row the police were called as he had a hunting rifle after them, and he was taken to jail. He killed himself in the jail, after he sobered up and they told him what he had done. My now best friend, the aide, was only 13 when it happened, and all her mother's church friends "comforted"
them by telling them he was in hell.
So by the time of that day on the couch, the aide who was now in her 40's, had gotten mad at God (and her father) over what he did, and had never stepped foot in a church since the day of her father's death, UNTIL He spoke to her that day. She related this story to us and told us she was in a church that very night she received the Word, and found one open somewhere every night of her vacation, no matter what the denomination, she was in one.
Until that, I never really had any idea on what happened to people that committed suicide. I figured that was the Lord's business, and kept my mouth shut. I'm so glad I did. Blessings to all......