Mental Illness

How Do We Respond to the Loss of Human Life?

No one can understand the place the human mind and soul go when overtaken by depression. Unless you've been there. Whether a season or a lifetime condition, mental illness is just that: it is an illness. And if that dark place of depression leads to such despair that taking one’s life seems like the only sensible thing to do - well, only those who’ve sat on that ledge can truly know that soulish agony.

I sat with a young man last week at a hospital where he was working his way back from attempting to take his own life...

Honest in Church?

Church is too often the most risky place to be spiritually honest. - Peter Enns

It's a challenging statement. And yet, most of us know exactly what it means. Of course, we are complex beings, thoroughly connected: body, mind, spirit. So being spiritually honest can be as difficult to as revealing our mental illness, our emotional insecurities, our addictions.

How does this risk exist in too many churches? What contributes to our mask-wearing? Perhaps some of the following are true...

  • Do we expect only joy should be expressed in corporate worship?
  • Do we say "how are you?" with any intention of hearing what's true - regardless?
  • Do we believe that Christ-followers should never feel depression, anxiety or suicidal ideation?
  • Do we value closure and convincing over journey and process?
  • Are we afraid our question of faith...

Care is Intentional

What if you could learn...

  • how to listen - not only to words, but to someone's heart?
  • how to leverage your own brokenness in order to step with love into the brokenness of someone else?
  • to journey with someone whose shame is binding, confusing and masking their true identity?
  • to avoid some of the ridiculous...

I Kept Living

This is my view everyday at my office. It has been for years. The picture of my wife, Laura, and our daughter, Olivia, on the right was taken 20 years ago at our home in Tacoma, WA.

I'm not pictured with them, because I was an hour away in Seattle, trying to gain the courage to fight for my life. I'd gotten to the edge of despair enough times for several months prior that...