Man shall not live by Prozac alone

In March, Fathom Mag published an article I wrote about my own struggle to concede my need for an anti-depressant. A wise pastor and friend helped me to see that medication was not an alternative to provision from God. It was a provision from God. I've been taking Prozac for a couple years now and… Continue reading Man shall not live by Prozac alone

I don’t want to write about depression

I've been struggling since Thursday when we left the lodge at Hannagan Meadow.  I thought I was just bummed because we were leaving, but the heavy sadness in my face and chest hasn't left since Thursday.  I've been irritable, tired, on the verge of tears and numb.  It's depression.  I hate it. I hate it… Continue reading I don’t want to write about depression

3 Things To Do When Depression Sets In

That old familiar fog started setting in yesterday. Fog is the most tangible comparison I know of for what depression feels like. Life is going along just fine and suddenly like a thick fog at ground level, the kind that happened in Oregon where I grew up, depression sets in.  You can't see the hope that… Continue reading 3 Things To Do When Depression Sets In

My relationship with the Jesus I’ve never seen but love

If I was one of the disciples who followed Jesus while he walked on this planet, I would have been one he looked at and said, "Oh ye of little faith. Why do you doubt?" (Matthew 14:31, 6:30, 8:26, 16:8, 17:20). My faith-relationship with this Jesus I've never seen but love (1 Peter 1:8), is… Continue reading My relationship with the Jesus I’ve never seen but love

Advent Day 20: Waiting For God

Save me, O God!  For the waters have come up to my neck.  I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and the flood sweeps over me.  I am weary with my crying out; my throat is parched.  My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.… Continue reading Advent Day 20: Waiting For God

Because I work night shift and my soul is in a night shift and I’m a watchman

When you wake up at 1 pm after working two night shifts you don't much know what to say or do. But when you sit down to read the news, and you see riots, and genocide, and terror, and then for a split second, you let the reality of the dark things that tempt you… Continue reading Because I work night shift and my soul is in a night shift and I’m a watchman