I don’t know why murder is so appealing.  Murder mysteries – whether through books, TV, or movies – are very popular.  I’m not sure if the appeal is from working to figure the crime out, or from knowing everything will come out right in the end, or from a sense of wanting to see on the inside of something, be it a police investigation or a criminal mind.

I’m not immune.  I enjoyed watching the show Monk, and still enjoy Psych.  There’s a dead body in every show.  And books – too many books I have lined up on my “to read” shelf have murders.

I’m working on one right now titled Hanging by a Thread, from Monica Ferris (part of her Needlecraft Mysteries).  The book has two murders, from five years ago (book time).  From the descriptions, she was an abused wife and he was the domineering husband.  The gun wasn’t found, and the detective (the sewing store owner) is trying to find out who dun it.

In the course of interviewing people, the consensus is that a local guy killed the husband two days after somebody killed the wife.  The wife’s murderer may have been the husband, or may have been the local guy.  But everybody’s sympathies are with the poor lady.  In fact, one of the witnesses in the book says to the sleuth (on p.181 of the paperback)

Please solve this one, will you?  Angela was a sweet person.  She didn’t deserve to die.

Yeah, I know that this is fiction.  And it’s not Christian fiction.  But that line still rubbed me the wrong way.  Maybe I’m seeing this as too black-and-white, but yes, she did deserve to die.  She was a human (in mythical bookland, since she’s not a flesh-and-blood person), and she falls under the curse of Adam.  She may have been sweet, and may not have deserved to be killed (I haven’t finished reading the book yet), but merely by being born she deserved to die.

I’m not talking about sin, specifically, except that when Adam and Eve sinned, they were cursed with death.  It’s unavoidable, and not our fault, and we’re all victims of it (and old age if we get there – it’s always relative), and yadda yadda yadda.  Life is a gift, and death is unavoidable.  We tend to try and prolong it, for ourselves and our loved ones (two-legged and four-legged), but death is always there.

And yet there’s hope in all of this goth-like darkness, because there is a God, and He loves us, and does not want us to die a spiritual death.  He offers the hope of salvation through Jesus Christ His son, who was the only one – ever – who did not deserve to die.

We’re headed towards Easter, and Good Friday, and lilies and bunnies and eggs.  It’s all life-affirming, and some of it’s fun.  Don’t miss the truth at the core of it all.

God loves you.  He loves you whether you read murder mysteries, watch them, see them with popcorn, write them, or have committed them.  God has no limits on His love, but you do have to accept it.  Until you do, that potential gift of eternal life is just an offer.

And a “maybe” or a “not yet” is as good as “no”.  Don’t say “no” to God.