I had a friend who killed himself. He was a caring and generous person, who probably suffered from some chemical imbalance that went undiagnosed. He was not JW, although he raised in a very dysfunctional household and experienced abuse and neglect. His parents failed miserably to teach him the tools to cope with lifes challenges and make good decisions.
Hence, when problems came along, he climbed inside a bottle and attemped to dull the pain. He was unsuccessful and spraled downward until he decided to end his life. He was agnostic, and never claimed Christianity as his faith.
I was quite distraught when I learned of his death, and happened to be listening to a local Christian talk show on the radio. I called in, to explain my friend's life and death and ask what kind of hope I could cling to for my friend. I was answered with silence.
You see, it didn't matter that he was born into a shitty family and learned destructive behavior. It didn't matter that I was treated better by him, than ANYONE else I've met who called themselved Christians. It only mattered that he failed to 'Accept Christ' (whatever that means) and therefore, he is without hope.
The realization of this forced me into a whole new paradigm. What kind of God writes off my friend like that? Not one that deserves my devotion. Where is the justice for my friend? It was then that I realized how absolutely useless Christianity is to me, as I would demand justice from a just God.