On Good Friday my daughter had arranged a prayer labyrinth in the church based on Celtic Christianity and one of the meditations used the imagery of the well. My thoughts went back to a recent time I spent in a psychiatric ward and how, despite everything, I was always aware of God being there with me. I didn't talk about my faith but, towards the end of my stay, one of the women on the ward told me that she used to dislike Christians but had changed her mind because she had met me.
Dark, it's so dark.
There doesn't seem to be any light.
But God is there.
Sharing the darkness.
Sharing with me.
And somebody saw you in me.
About Me
- Still Breathing
- I live in the suburbs of London with my wife; both our 2 grown up children are recently married and now live nearby. My wife, daughter, son-in-law and I attend St George The Martyr Church, Shirley (http://www.stgeorgeschurch.co.uk/) where we help out the choir on special occasions and I chord bash a guitar for the parade services when slightly different music is used. Our son is a youth worker at a local non-denominational church so we are all involved in local churches. My wife and I sing in the snappily named Bromley Youth Music Trust Adult Choir. I love good music of all types (yes – I know that is subjective). The only way to keep a car on the road is for me to service it! Unfortunately chest conditions have stopped me running and keeping fit. I would describe myself as a radical evangelical who spends a lot of time trying to get my fellow Christians to THINK!!! I’m dyslexic but my wonderful children have shown me up by going to Cambridge University. People tend to think of me as frivolous because I see the funny side of everything – even the most serious subjects. To me not to see the fun in life would be to deny the way God made me.
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This is really helpful. Thanks. I am reading 'Shoot the Damn Dog' by Sally Brampton, not written from a Christian perpesctive but still (so far anyway) one of the most insightful books on the subject of depression, written by someone whose been there.
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