I’m over it.
It’s an epidemic throughout our church. It’s the kind of crap that came from the friends of Job. It’s the kind of inconsistency between the Church and the teachings of Christ that drives away interested souls and alienates those of us who every minute of the day feel like we will never try enough. I’m also tired of hearing that everybody feels this way, because it’s not true, not everyone feels this. What am I talking about?
We’re the ones who lie in bed in the morning and wish we could hold onto unconsciousness.
We’re the ones who believe we sin because we’re fallen but also because we’re hurt.
We’re the ones with depression, mental illness, whatever you want to call it. We’re the ones that function well enough to be overlooked, but not enough to be pitied.
We are the invisible people in churches, who try to blend in, who envy cheerful soccer moms and weeping worship leaders and wonder what’s wrong with their own spiritual lives.
You just need to trust the Lord more.
You just need to give it to God.
You just need to not worry.
You just need to realize we’re more than conquerors!
You just need to stop focusing on your problems.
You just need to spend more time thinking about other people.
I’m one of those people who need to try harder. I have Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome, including anxiety and panic attacks, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, including depression. My best friend has Lupus, including depression, anxiety, and panic attacks, and another friend confessed to me in shame that she was having panic attacks but didn’t want to tell anyone at church.
Wait, we’re hiding in church? And you wonder why they hate us?
NEWSFLASH: James 2:15-17
“Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, “Go, I wish you well; keep warm and fed,” but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?”
Wait, I thought church was where you went to get healing and to confess your needs with people with the same belief system.
But instead, we are scared into silence and saccharine smiles, because if we confess, they will stare confusedly at us and tell us to “just_____________.” This isn’t just offering helpful suggestions that I’m talking about; it’s the assumption that we must be doing something wrong or we would be just as holy as you are. What the church doesn’t seem to understand is that the Bible doesn’t teach you to help out with attitude adjustments. There is a difference between depression and sadness, anxiety and crabbiness, and if you’ve never felt it, don’t try to imagine it, because you genetically can’t. We don’t need an attitude adjustment, we need love and support. Believe it or not, you do not see the entire picture. Your reminders won’t achieve the work of the Holy Spirit anymore than telling someone with Alzheimer’s Disease that they need to just strengthen their memory.
NEWSFLASH: Romans 12:15-16
“Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited.”
Harmony doesn’t mean you hold other Christians in a parent-child relationship dependent on who is more spiritual. Conceive of the fact for a moment that you might not know exactly what that person needs. You don’t need to fix or understand. Sometimes you just need to listen and love.
NEWS FLASH : Ecclesiastes 3
“… a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance… a time to embrace and a time to refrain…a time to be silent and a time to speak… He has made everything beautiful in its time; He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”
Now, before I get accused of over-correcting, there are times when we do need an attitude adjustment and/or a good smack up-side the head. There are times we need to be jerked out of the mud instead of gently led through a hurricane. Jesus calls us to lovingly care for each other’s needs.
Wait, are you saying I have to try to figure out what the person needs?
Um, aren’t you the one bragging about how different you are, how you’re trying to let people see what’s different about you (which is a whole other rant we need to have)?
Listen to the songs you sing Sunday mornings—really listen to what you are signing your name to; do you really mean, “I surrender all” or are these words that slip from your mouth by rote memory when you’re half asleep in the pew at 10:30?
Yes, as a member of the Body of Christ, you are expected to seek the Holy Spirit and figure out what that person needs. Will you always be right? Not in this world. Will the person always want your help? Probably not. You might have to be vulnerable.
Notice this about the “just be happy” advice? It all begins with you. The first word in the sentence transfers any responsibility of the person asking the question onto the person who is hurting. It’s as good as saying, This isn’t really my problem but this is probably what you’re doing wrong so let me straighten your tie here.
I’m going to leave you first with a passage that scares the hell out of me. I know that proportionately, I’m as gnarled and jaded with bitterness as the worse Christian with hypocrisy. Notice the responsibility Jesus places on the condemned.
Matthew 25: 41-46
“Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not visit me.
“They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in a prison and did not help you?’
“He will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.”
He doesn’t say, “you did not try to cheer me up” or, “you did not tell me what I was doing wrong”, or even, “you did not preach the gospel.”
I learned about the mercy of Christ, trying to escape the judgment of the church. God is my closest friend, closer than a lover, because only He dried my tears when I screamed for help.
I don't remember where I heard this parable but it has stuck with me.
There was a shepherd one day who saw a flock of lost sheep grazing near his. He immediately invited them to the sheep pens, throwing out the flock he already owned. For dinner, he brought the lost sheep the best of the meal but let his own sheep pick through what was left over. He kindly and gently led the lost sheep into the softest place to bed while his own sheep remained outside in the cold. The next morning, after providing them with clean water and warm food, the shepherd asked if the lost sheep would like to remain and be part of his flock. They immediately declined and prepared to go about their way. When he asked why, the sheep replied that while they were grateful for his care while they were his guests, they had seen the way he treated the sheep he already possessed. “For the sake of wooing us, you neglected your own sheep and left them out in the cold. You reached out to count higher numbers in your flock but disregarded your own, and we’ll have none of it.”