TO BEAT DEPRESSION SING PRAISES TO GOD!
Why art
thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I
shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance. Psa 42:5
There is
no time when singing has become so difficult as it has now. The churches are
closed. People are in indoors. The children are on the floor and everything
else is just scattered. Singing in such conditions, especially praises to God,
calls for supernatural powers. This is just not the way we were created to
live.
And so
depression happens. It is a relatively new word – and the disease. And in the
Bible it doesn’t appear directly but it is implied in a lot other words. Words
like spirit overwhelmed, spirit growing faint, bowed down, miry clay and the
valley of the shadow of death.
Depression
happens because of many interrelated issues. So I will not make light about it.
It is a hell I have been to but God brought me back (I have a fifty thousand
word work in progress based on that subject alone, praise God! That is my
testimony). But chiefly the main cause of depression is a self-inspection which
has gone awry.
In
Babylon they were so low until they found no reason to sing anymore (Psalm
137). So they hang their harps upon the willows and sat down, yea, and wept.
But just as suddenly they sprang to their feet again! No one can hold his God
down for long! ‘If I forget thee, O
Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning. If I do not remember thee,
let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above
my chief joy.’
What can
separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus? Nay, in all these
things we are more than conquerors, shouted Paul. And we shout with him too,
though our thorn is still in the flesh. Because when we are weak, then are we
made strong, and in his ‘foolishness’ we are made wise. God calls us to his
banqueting table not only for his love, but also to the fellowship of his
suffering.
I know.
Sometimes it seems like the more we trust the more we suffer, the more doubts
assail us, the more we are condemned, the more we are misunderstood, and the
more we are hated for no cause! But don't worry. It is the battle coming to the
heat. And the hour before dawn is usually the darkest. But no matter how long
it lasts the morning arrives eventually – and what glory it is!
No, our
faith is too precious to let go! It is gold! How can we lose the pearl again
after years of searching? We have been out the whole night but we caught
nothing. Don’t worry, in the morning we will find Jesus at the shore with fish
ready. He always serves the best wine last! So let us pick up our harps upon
the willows and begin to sing again!
The
psalms are bottles filled with our own tears. They sing our own music. And we
sing them with abandon especially at night. Bury yourself in them and you will
find comfort any time. And remember those are pains which David personally went
through. What will your pains produce? God forbid that we should ever
forget such a God!
HopeisnotAshamed