It is impossible for anyone but saints to live always on that mountaintop. I suspect that there are people here today \u2013 and I include myself \u2013 who are stalked by sadness, or stalked by cancer, or stalked by anger. We are afraid of the mortality that is knit into our bones. We experience unearned suffering, or give unreturned love, or cry useless tears. And many of us eventually grow weary of ourselves \u2013 tired of our own sour company.<\/p>\n
At some point, willed cheerfulness fails. Or we skim along the surface of our lives, afraid of what lies in the depths below. It is a way to cope, but no way to live.<\/b><\/p>\n
I\u2019d urge anyone with undiagnosed depression to seek out professional help. There is no way to will yourself out of this disease, any more than to will yourself out of tuberculosis.<\/p>\n
There are, however, other forms of comfort. Those who hold to the wild hope of a living God can say certain things:<\/p>\n
In our right minds \u2013 as our most sane and solid selves \u2013 we know that the appearance of a universe ruled by cruel chaos is an lie and that the cold void is actually a sheltering sky.<\/p>\n
In our right minds, we know that life is not a farce but a pilgrimage \u2013 or maybe a farce and a pilgrimage, depending on the day.<\/p>\n
Read it all<\/a> (my emphasis).<\/p>\n “In my right mind, I know that weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning,” @MJGerson<\/a> said. https:\/\/t.co\/u58ZnNJ3pL<\/a><\/p>\n \u2014 PBS NewsHour (@NewsHour) February 20, 2019<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n