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DEPRESSION IN THE CHURCH: HIDDEN, FORBIDDEN, AND REAL

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By Andre’ James

January 18, 2014

How many times have you heard brothers and sisters in Christ say they are too blessed to be stressed? On how many occasions have you heard a believer say, (head shaking, and finger pointed in the air) that they refuse to let the devil steal their joy? Believers sometimes use these and other sayings in casual conversations, while sharing a testimony, and to encourage themselves and others. However, as quiet as it’s kept, these phrases may occasionally conceal feelings of depression. Nonetheless, there are many in the pulpit and pews, who preach and believe that Christians- especially those truly “on fire for the Lord”- cannot experience depression. This is a lie.

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Depressed Christian

pimppreacher

DEPRESSION IN THE CHURCH: HIDDEN, FORBIDDEN, AND REAL

pimppreacher:

image

By Andre’ James

January 18, 2014

How many times have you heard brothers and sisters in Christ say they are too blessed to be stressed? On how many occasions have you heard a believer say, (head shaking, and finger pointed in the air) that they refuse to let the devil steal their joy? Believers sometimes use these and other sayings in casual conversations, while sharing a testimony, and to encourage themselves and others. However, as quiet as it’s kept, these phrases may occasionally conceal feelings of depression. Nonetheless, there are many in the pulpit and pews, who preach and believe that Christians- especially those truly “on fire for the Lord”- cannot experience depression. This is a lie.

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vixennnnnn
vixennnnnn:

@painkilledme
This made me cry. There’s only been a couple of people that have known this is how you ‘deal’ with someone with depression. I’ve only just started following you, but your posts remind me of what has shaped me. And I hope you have someone that can build you a nest, and if not, I’ll make you one in my mind. It’s not as good, but I hope you’re ok, and you can be strong. 4 days is strong. I don’t know you, but you are strong. Keep being strong.

vixennnnnn:

@painkilledme
This made me cry. There’s only been a couple of people that have known this is how you ‘deal’ with someone with depression. I’ve only just started following you, but your posts remind me of what has shaped me. And I hope you have someone that can build you a nest, and if not, I’ll make you one in my mind. It’s not as good, but I hope you’re ok, and you can be strong. 4 days is strong. I don’t know you, but you are strong. Keep being strong.

antoniocooper88
antoniocooper88:

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. 

So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. 

Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself. So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left.

This story though

antoniocooper88:

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie.

So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing.

Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself. So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left.

This story though