“A depressed Christian isn’t a real Christian.”
His false statement rang in my ear like a noisy gong and then hung in the air like smoke, waiting to be cleared away. I wasn’t exactly sure how this conversation had started, but one thing led to another and here I was with this visitor (who happened to be a pastor) and a small group of men and women discussing the existence of depression among Christians.
It would have been a hard conversation for anyone to have, but as you can imagine for me, it was excruciating. Because little did this visitor know that I was only now emerging from the terrible pit of depression myself. Little did he know that for me this conversation was personal because I’d felt like I’d just been to hell and back. Little did he know that my heart had wrestled and my body had collapsed under the pressure of depression. But that Jesus had held me the whole way through.
Maybe you can relate. Maybe you, too, have heard those harsh and judgmental words from people who don’t understand, haven’t experienced, and can’t seem to really grasp what you’re going through.
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SOURCE: Christian Post, Debra Fileta