Christians get depressed too — even pastors. I know because it’s part of my story.
Years ago, my family and I went through a series of difficult events. I was hurt. I was bitter. It led me down a dark road.
The first feeling I remember was like being tired. I didn’t know I was depressed. But getting out of bed every day took all the strength I could muster.
I had been working in the trenches of ministry for years. Was I just burned out? I’ve heard so much about burnout. Maybe this was it.
So I got a lot of rest, but it didn’t go away.
If you saw me at church or around town, I would have smiled and told you I was good. On the outside, I wore the mask that so many Christians do. Inside, I was dying.
My wife will tell you that it was the darkest year of our life. I was tired and sad every day. I was present with my wife and kids physically, but mentally I had checked out.
Six months in, I finally admitted that I wasn’t just burnt out. I was depressed.
But I’m a pastor! I’m…Continue Reading