So this week (oh for the love, this month) has been hard. The Christmas season may have been smooth sailing, but January has not. Braveheart, my warrior husband, recently found some encouraging information about the great Christian theologian and pastor, Charles Spurgeon. Turns out, dude had chronic depression, along with gout, slander, stress, and on and on.
Not-so-coincidentally (God is cool like this), I also read a short story this week about St. Augustine, another great Christian theologian-a founding father of Christian theological teaching-who also suffered from depression.
These giants-lions-of the Christian faith, who devoted their lives to teaching about the freedom and life offered by Jesus Christ, slogged through the pit and mire and despair of depression. And.God.Used.Them.Still. God is so much greater than depression. There is no circumstance He cannot overcome, no darkness He cannot diffuse, and no pit too deep for Him to climb into to pull us out. This is not an obstacle for Him. He’s GOT THIS.
There is hope.
This is an excerpt from Spurgeon’s final sermon, and it says SO MUCH. Jesus is everything. Everything.
“He is the most magnanimous of captains. There never was his like among the choicest of princes. He is always to be found in the thickest part of the battle. When the wind blows cold he always takes the bleak side of the hill. The heaviest end of the cross lies ever on his shoulders. If he bids us carry a burden, he carries it also. If there is anything that is gracious, generous, kind, and tender, yea lavish and superabundant in love, you will always find it in him…blessed be his name! I have had nothing but love from him…His service is life, peace, joy. Oh, that you would enter on it at once! God help you to enlist under the banner of Jesus even this day! Amen.”