I will disagree with this. I've seen so many people say "I just want to go home and be with my father" and they basically give up on humanity. God calls us to go unto the world and make disciples, to heal, to basically take care of those in need.
And I don't think anyone is saying WE heal, it all comes from God.
And I disagree with this first statement. I worked as a chaplain in long term care for almost 2 years. In that time, the only people I knew that were "ready to go home" in the sense that they wanted to die, were people who were actively dying, and generally died within a few days to a week.
God has placed an incredible drive within us so that when we are sick, rather than wanting to die, we want to get better. Some may struggle with a hard diagnosis, true, I know I did! But if I said I wanted to die sometimes, signifying to others I was suicidal, I was really using the wrong words. I wanted to be out of the state of being totally disabled and in pain. I was discouraged, and I turned to negative thoughts, liking escaping my body, instead of drawing closer to Jesus. And Jesus always brought me back.
My mother just had her knee replaced, something she has needed for years, but didn't want to do. Then she had some complicaitons, like the bleeding wouldn't stop, and then she got cellulitus, a serious infection that put her in the hospital for a week on IV antibiotics. During the first few days, my mother, who is depressed anyway, kept telling me she shouldn't have had the surgery, and she wanted to die.
Except, she really didn't want to die - she clings to life like no one else I know. What she wanted, whatever her words said, was for the incision to heal, the infection to go away, and to be on the road to recovery. So I calmly reassured her that things were going to be ok, the doctors were on top of things, and she would be better soon.
So what good came out of that surgery and the infection? Well, I had gone back home, 10 hours away. So her younger brother and his wife, a nurse, ended up caring for her. She was so grateful for them, and the chance to reconnect with the only remaining sibling she had. They were kind, loving and patient. They even picked up my brother who cannot drive, and took him to see her in the hospital.
When she got home, they continue to phone her and visit her weekly. And the leg and knee are much better - the incision is healed, and she can walk so much better. She didn't want to die - she just felt hopeless that things weren't going to get better. I haven't heard her this happy in years.
And for those who really are NOT going to get better, palliative care is wonderful these days. It is an incredible journey to walk with someone who is dying. I did that with my father, who had been saved 5 months when he died. We celebrated his life, our relationship, but most of all, we focused on God. I read him the gospel of Matthew. It was amazing how many of the questions he had about God were answered in those daily readings. We prayed together, a lot! I played him Christian music, and we sang hymns he remembered from his childhood.
My father wanted to live more than anything, despite his heart having been replaced with a foreign protein, amyloidosis. He wanted to meet his first great grandchildren. But God took him home, where he is safe in the arms of Jesus.
As for depression and suicide, another medical condition. I work with the mentally ill, I know what it is for these people to feel hopeless and seek reasons to die. But that is not because they are dying, but because they have a disease in their brain. So do not use the depressed as an example of people who want to die, because that is the definition of depression, in most cases.
Just my experience with suicide, death and dying