Serving When Sad-The Blue Teapot

Sad Teapot by Neiil Oswald.
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If you read many of my posts, or know me, you know that I am a professed victim of depression. I suffer from a mental illness that is as real as any physical disease. Anything or nothing can signal the black clouds to gather and darken overhead. And if something difficult happens while I'm under that black cloud, it is easy to allow it to surround me and choke out all light and joy. However, over the years, the Lord allowed me to learn the signs of the approaching gloom, and He sends comfort at just the right time to keep me from disappearing into that black, cold cloud.

That's not to say I don't have my bout of tears, sighs, and general mopiness. Believe me. Ask my family, my dog, my close friends, my therapist, my doctor. I get to a place where chocolate seems to be the only good thing in life, and I have none and I don't feel strong enough to get in the car and go get it. It can get bad. Real bad. And this short, stout little teapot of a woman can get very, very blue.

The most astounding thing about what the Lord has done for me in all of this? Even in my darkest blue state, when someone calls me for help, the clouds grow lighter, the blues fade, and I find myself being able to give that person sound advice that can come only from the leading of the Holy Spirit. This unworthy vessel can serve even when suffering because I have made it available for the Master's use. That's just wild. Really. Think about it. All I have to do is what I was made to do, be a vessel to His glory.

Am I always ready for use? Nope. I'm flawed. Sometimes, I do let the clouds choke me and fill me up with dread, shame and hopelessness. That's when depression easily leads to sin. Satan delights in tricking God's children, and he will use any weakness he can to pull us from the delight of God's presence. And since he is second in power only to God, he can do a very thorough job of it. Don't doubt that. He is evil, but he is very talented and creative.

So what to do? As I said earlier, I have learned the warning signs, some of which are particular to me, and when I heed them I do better. When I am hit with something particularly difficult? I understand that it's natural to be sad, and down, and understand it will pass as it has in the past. But I also know that I need to tell someone, and admit I'm struggling. There is no shame in asking for help. In fact, especially for those of us recovering from the "Big F Fundamentalism" mindset, it shows great bravery. We ask for help when we have the flu, don't we? If we ignore the symptoms of flu and carry on as normal, we may injure ourselves to the point of dying, all while infecting and hurting everyone we contact. The same potential is there when we suffer with depression and don't recognize its power to harm us and those around us.

If you think you may possibly suffer from depression, reach out for help. This link: Signs of Clinical Depression, sends you to WebMD's site and has a great deal of good information about the medical side of depression.

Serving when sad? It's possible as long as we listen to the leading of the Spirit, and realize that depression is an illness and process that we must recognize and handle with care in ourselves in others. 

Praising Him under the clouds and waiting for the sun,
Teapotjan

Red and Yellow, Black and White Privilege, The Teapot's Shady Friends

God has brought many people my way. Sometimes it seems that if I sit and wait, willing to minister and serve, that people come to me unbidden, but all in God's timing.

One of these people became an "adopted" son. He is extroverted, loud, sometimes obnoxious, Dominican (hispanic and black), political, outspoken, and amazing. Oh, and the absolute worst? He's from NYC. 

But all that aside, he loves God, and he empathizes with other people of color and of non-European descent and the struggles they face.

To the irritation of some, he often speaks of "white privilege" and the lack of issues that privilege affords them. Honestly when I first saw this term in his posts, I rolled my eyes. No, I thought. The race issue is dead or at least dying. Let it be. You're just stirring up trouble.

As I read on, and in subsequent conversations with him, I learned more about what he meant by "white privilege" and what it really means to a Christian of color. It pops up in movies as jokes. Remember in Men in Black II? Wil Smith's character, J clicks a remote and a realistic robot driver pops up behind the wheel. K, his partner asks "Did that come standard?" J answers, "No, it came with a black guy, but he kept getting pulled over."

The fact is that racial profiling still occurs. It's something light-skinned people don't really have to concern themselves about on a day to day basis. And while you and I might not be racist, we can't even begin to think that everyone feels the same.

I'm not saying that there are not hate-mongers of all colors. Oddly enough, racism crosses all ethnic, social, and cultural boundaries. No matter our skin color, we all bleed red, and we were all born sinners.

And I'm not saying that we can make up for the years of slavery that the ancestors of my friends suffered through by any means. But I can realize the impact that the mindset from that time has on today's treatment of people of color. 

So what am I saying? Don't assume that because a black/hispanic/dark-skinned/non-caucasian talks about white privilege that they are racist or angry at all white people. Realize that they must deal with a part of our culture, that light skinned people have not faced, at least not in this country, in this generation.

I am thankful for my friends of all shades. Being raised in the deep South, and very, very white, and just barely old enough to remember what a big deal integration was, I have become, in God's timing, pretty much color blind. Ignorance and hate come packaged in all shades of skin. But so does love and graciousness. Notice a friend's skin color for one reason: to help you realize one of the struggles they may face each day.

Glow in the dark white, with a lot of "shady" friends,
Teapotjan 

The Face of "Abomination"

No matter what you believe about same sex attraction, and same sex marriage, listen to this young man's testimony, and see if you can still call homosexual desire an "abomination." We can all have our opinions, but perhaps, as Christians we should temper our words with compassion.

No one has ever been drawn to Christ by angry, hateful words, and attitude. But everyone who came to Christ ultimately came because of His love.

This young man is an SBC pastor's son. His struggle is obvious. His "abomination" is not.

This isn't about gay people parading around in the streets. This isn't about politics, and laws. This isn't about rainbows and unicorns and abominations. And it isn't about you. It's about souls spurning the Gospel because of hate filled Christians. It's about young Christians filled with self hate and loathing and having no where to go for help. It's about our real job: 

SERVE GOD, LOVE OTHERS

Prayers and blessings,

Teapotjan