“Why art thou cast
down, O my soul: and why art thou disquieted within me: hope thou in God: for I
shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.” – Psalm
42:11
When the Psalmist expressed these words
there were no trained counselors nearby to whom he could vent his feelings of
depression and anxiety (“disquieted”), so he was forced to take them to God.
Poor man! You and I, on the other hand, have the advantage of sympathetic
friends or systematic therapy to which we can turn when we’re faced with these
feelings. Far better, right? Not so much. It’s like everything else; to get the
right answer, you need to go the right source.
I would suggest that this man’s
question was rhetorical. He was not embarking on a journey of self-discovery,
trying to trace the genesis of his misery. It’s like when you or I miss a turn
on a much-traveled path and say to ourselves, “Why did I do that?” We don’t
begin to question our mentality or suspect a deep-seated aversion for that
particular turn. We put it down to daydreaming or just plain inattentiveness.
The Psalmist didn’t waste time looking for a reason for his depression. He made a beeline for the source of the remedy. And that brings me to the crux
of my warning for us today.
Be careful of things
you turn to when you’re depressed. They’re substitutes at best, and potential
chains at worst.
I am well aware that we’re to bear one
another’s burdens (Gal. 6:2), and that includes comforting those who are cast
down, as Titus did for Paul and his co-workers (2 Cor. 7:6). And I know the Old
Testament speaks of giving “wine unto
those that be of heavy hearts” (Pro. 31:6). But both of these illustrate my
assertion. In the case of burdens, a few verses later in Galatians six, Paul
lets us know that when all is said and done, every man will bear his own
burden. And it goes without saying that anything (like wine) that is capable of
changing our mood can easily become a devastating chain of dependence in our
lives.
I noticed in my Bible several years ago
that this verse in Psalms says that God is the “health of my countenance.” He isn’t just the God of physical
health, He’s the God of mental health, as well. I understand there are those
whose depression is physical, and I would not fault anyone like this for using
whatever means they must to alleviate its ravages. But for all the rest of us
who are “cast down” by depression from time to time, I would prescribe the
Psalmist’s remedy: Hope in God and believe that you’ll soon be praising Him for
deliverance. If He can raise the dead, He can raise your spirits. If He can
quiet a demon-possessed maniac, He can soothe all your anxieties.
Here’s a something to remember: “…he is the health of my countenance…” When
God is our hope, it shows on our face!”
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