a reply to:
cooperton
This is the source of our existence that is so fundamental that you could potentially never notice until you are deprived of it.
I'd like to firstly congratulate you on sticking it out to debate with those who do not share the convictions that you & I both share. It can be a
difficult thing to go ten rounds with our oppo's, so kudos, any efforts we make to introduce people to a knowledge of God are never wasted.
Secondly, I just wanted to add my agreement with your quoted hypothesis above. As someone who has been Christian for twenty years almost, I've picked
up some knowledge along the way. However, in 2011, I had a sudden depression begin, which came about I believe due to my wandering away from the
faith in quite a bad way, which even went to the point of deeply upsetting certain family members who I had no right to upset in that way. I believe
the depression was a time of discipline sanctioned by the Lord to ensure that I would understand the error of my ways & return with a newfound surety
of commitment to the ideals of the faith & how they would be able to ensure I never upset these family members in such a way again. And it was a very
important life lesson regarding the way to approach people with mental health problems.
The onset of this depression was remarkably sudden - in the course of a single night, I had an encounter with what can only be described as a demonic
spirit, and after a night of despair, I found myself feeling utterly cut off from the presence of God. Your comment saying that our dependence on God
is akin to the water the fish swims in is absolutely, 100% factually correct. Our natural state of wellbeing, even in times where we might say to
others that we have 'the blues' actually sees us connected to the life-giving Spirit of God, with His grace continually pouring over our lives &
vivifying our minds & hearts. People who are not Christian or spiritual in any way are still beneficiaries of this fact, and indeed only when I went
through this severe time of discipline did I realise it, because God was showing me what it meant to be without access to Him in a Christian way, and
even in a totally ordinary way. During the next eight months I went through Hell, believing I had been cut off from God's presence forever, that I
was apostate - even to write this now sends a shudder down my spine, recalling how intensely & horrifying unpleasant it was. I couldn't maintain
interest in anything at all, I couldn't find joy even in my family being with me, I could barely motivate myself to move from my bedroom, I chain
smoked, I could not for the life of me find any peace or comfort, I felt under spiritual attack every moment of each day, so oppressive that it felt
exactly like I had a 'face hugger' demon latched onto my face, right there, constant & unrelenting, draining the life out of me.
That went on for eight moneths, nobody could fully encourage me, or reassure me, I thought I was lost forever. I kept receiving prayer & people would
give words of knowledge & explain that I had to be patient, that God was going to deliver me when the time was right - but the encouragement would
fade after some days, or even less, when I felt the presence of evil attacking me. But eventually, God did deliver me. I had a night of very vivid
dreams/ nightmares, several violent out of body experiences, false awakening dreams & such like. But finally, I was taken to the literal edge of
Heaven, and I could see the wondrous beauty, peace & life-giving sustenance of the Spirit of God throughout the landscape.. I was given some minor
counsel on how to focus my life from that point on, and then I awoke in my room, sunshine coming through the windows, birdsong chirping away outside.
And I felt completely restored, full of joy - totally delivered from whatever had been parasitically 'feeding' off my energy. I knew that God was in
my heart, that I was like the prodigal son returning, full of joy & thankfulness, resting in the presence of the Holy Spirit.
So yeah - in conclusion,
our entire sense of ordinary wellbeing, in addition to spiritually uplifting times, is utterly dependent on our latent
connection to God, which typically goes unrecognised by the vast, vast majority of people in Western society these days. I had been at level one
on the depressive scale - 10 is awesome, 0 is catatonic. I was about as low as it's humanly possible to be. The doctors characterised my recovery as
being 'spontaneous', which is what they say when they know it had taken a literal miracle to bring me out of the mortifying, grave condition I had
been in for almost eight months to the day. I always try to remember the lesson of those eight months - I believe I was being disciplined, but I was
also being trained in recognition & compassion for those who are suffering in that way, because NOBODY can imagine what it's like until they've been
through it themselves.
Reconnecting to God is critically important for people suffering severe depression, and it's one of the ways that they can be healed, though it isn't
always as 'spontaneous' as my own experience, which both started & ended suddenly, in the course of a single night each time. I believe that the
prayers I received in person during that time kept me alive, one more day at a time. A friend travelled forty miles over the mountains to come and
see me each week, to pray & chat about what was happening - he was a total lifeline. If you ever encounter anyone suffering, offer to pray for them.
Results aren't often instantaneous, but cumulatively great strides back into the presence of God can start with tiny steps in faith.
God bless.