to remind you that there is a purpose, a plan, and a Perfect Planner.
It goes right along with that great cloud of witnesses thing I referenced in the post below. The realization that we are not alone. I am fully convinced that one of wormtongue’s most pervasive and most sadly-effective lies is that we are each of us islands. Alone in our misery. Unique in our sufferings. Outside the realm of human experience.
And while it is true that no one save God Himself can really, truly know precisely how you are affected by something, it is an unequivocable fallacy to think that one is beyond the reach of a compassionate and understanding soul who Has Been There And Lived To Tell The Tale.
(Say that three times fast.)
Which necessarily implies that we are not alone. It would not be putting too fine a point on it, I believe, to say that it is a form of pride to think that you are. Don’t bother looking for help; you’re hopeless. You’re the One In All Creation Who Can’t Be Reached. What an honor!
Those that struggle with depression and find any measure of victory and comfort in the Holy Spirit are expressly urged to bolster those in the pit. Which made reading this man’s story in the midst of my own floundering yet another way that God reached out to me.
I’ve read Shaun Groves’ blog over the years, and he’s not just a brilliant musician and one of my favorites, but he’s also one of those deeply convinced types (like me) who is very, very certain of Things, and The Way Things Should Be. So reading the story of his own plummet into the pit and subsequent lifting-from was very comforting.
There is a truth about depression that cannot be overstated: it is humbling. Once you reach the point where you stop believing that you are beyond help and reach out for the help that is offered, you naturally wind up with a greater appreciation of others’ weaknesses. Less quick to judge just how such-and-such should do this-or-that to solve their problem.
There is a new humility to Shaun’s blog that I have not seen there before. There’s a new humility at work in me that I know could only happen through being broken–repeatedly–and being utterly incapable of putting myself back together each time. When someone comes along, picks up a piece of your fragmented soul and pats it back in place, gratitude is the proper response. And gratitude necessitates humility.
I find it really interesting that Shaun received a harsh word concerning his witness right before his descent began. Often a criticism has been the trigger to my plummets as well. There seems to be an inability in me to simply receive a criticism without spiralling downward. I’m trying to submit to the Holy Spirit in this area.
I don’t believe that depression is God’s will. I believe, however, that He can use it for His glory; turn it into something beautiful. Redeem it. And what greater victory can be had than to find humility waiting on the other side?
- O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
- My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.
- Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.
- He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
- Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.