I am sure some will argue with my suggested conclusion here, which only the most opaque can miss, regarding faith in God and the effect that faith has on the mental peace and sanity of a person and a nation.
You may chose to do some internet study and look up the suicide rate in Lithuania which is the highest per capita in the world. Lithuania is a 100% literacy rate country. Now look up statistics on what percentage of Lithuanians believe there is a God.
(We know that there’s only a small percentage of the people who do believe there is a God; who also believe in a personal God who knows all about us and cares about every detail of our lives, a creator God, if you will, as described in the bible).
You can decide for yourself if you believe there is a relationship between these two variables of faith in God and suicide.
I got this poem below in an email. It was supposedly written by a 15 year old from Arizona but the author is not so much the point, as what it says.
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That’s no offense; it’s a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice,
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God’s name is prohibited by the state.
We’re allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They’ve outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the ‘unwed daddy,’ our Senior King.
It’s ‘inappropriate’ to teach right from wrong,
We’re taught that such ‘judgments’ do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It’s scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school’s a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!