CATEGORY: Depression and Faith
WRITING IN THE DARK
WRITING IN THE DARK Poetic Descriptions of Depression The purpose of my blogs on depression and faith is to beam rays of light to guide your walk in the dark. That purpose presupposes that faith in Christ engenders hope, and God’s Word offers truths to...
YOU CAN’T GO “SOLO” IN BATTLING DEPRESSION
God Still Incarnates His Love One essential and Biblical strategy for battling depression is the love and support of friends in the body of Christ. Years ago, during a particularly rough week plagued by despondency, my wife thought I might be suicidal. She called...
How Can Weakness Be A Strength?
The Outrageously Fruitful Ministry of a Depression-Prone Man For almost 40 years, James “Buck” Hatch served on the faculty of Columbia Bible College in South Carolina, teaching courses in Bible, hermeneutics, psychology, and family life. Hundreds, perhaps...
A Surrendered Spirit
A response to depression far more difficult to experience than it is to write about About 15 years ago, over a period of months, I begged the Lord to heal me of chronic depression. The initial benefit of anti-depressants had waned. Counseling hadn't...
SUFFERING SEEN THROUGH THE LENS OF SCRIPTURE
Vaneetha Risner's The Scars That Have Shaped Me I am not defined by what people have done or said to me. I am defined by who I am in Christ. God uses all of our suffering for our joy and for his glory. God’s refusals are always his mercies. When my life spins out...
DEPRESSION STATISTICS AREN’T NUMBERS, THEY’RE PEOPLE
The Prevalence and Symptoms of Major Depression Usually sanguine, sixteen-year-old Chad started locking himself in his room more often, texting and calling his friends far less frequently, and attending fewer school and church social functions. He’s sleeping more,...
What Does It Look Like in the Dark?
My first recollection of it occurred on the back porch steps of my rural home in North Carolina. Nine or ten years old, I slumped, cried aloud for what seemed like an hour, tears cascading down my cheeks onto the steps, obscuring my view of the sun setting behind a...
