‘The Black Dog’ was
Winston Churchill’s famous name for depressed mood.
I was sent today a
link to a YouTube video
on depression which I had not previously seen, but which deserves much
wider viewing.
‘I had a black dog,
his name was depression’ is only four minutes long. Do take a look.
Millions have
suffered with depression, amongst them many famous Christians. Charles Spurgeon
and William Cowper are poignant examples.
I’ve previously
written about some of the lessons we learn from Cowper about how to help
those with depression and also blogged about a brilliant
set of self-help books that will benefit both sufferers and those trying to
help them.
There is also a very
good CMF
File, recently published, on depression and cognitive behavioural therapy
(CBT).
But today I found this
remarkable quote from Spurgeon (pictured above), which I reproduce here, where he describes
how he learnt to see his depression as part of God’s providence and a harbinger of hope.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834 – 1892) was a
British Baptist minister who is regarded as one of the greatest
preachers who ever lived. He has been called the ‘Prince of Preachers’ and is
estimated in his lifetime to have preached to around 10,000,000 people.
He describes, in chapter 11 of Lectures to My
Students, the way God used the episodes of depression in his life to refine
him for future service.
‘This depression comes over me whenever the Lord is
preparing a larger blessing for my ministry; the cloud is black before it
breaks, and overshadows before it yields its deluge of mercy. Depression has
now become to me as a prophet in rough clothing, a John the Baptist, heralding
the nearer coming of my Lord’s richer benison.
So have far better men found it. The scouring of the
vessel has fitted it for the Master’s use. Immersion in suffering has preceded
the baptism of the Holy Ghost. Fasting gives an appetite for the banquet. The
Lord is revealed in the backside of the desert, while his servant keepeth the
sheep and waits in solitary awe.
The wilderness is the way to Canaan. The low valley leads
to the towering mountain. Defeat prepares for victory. The raven is sent forth
before the dove. The darkest hour of the night precedes the day-dawn. The
mariners go down to the depths, but the next wave makes them mount to the
heaven: their soul is melted because of trouble before he bringeth them to
their desired haven.’
I should volunteer for a hospice so I can pour their morphine down the toilet. There's no justice like poetic justice.
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