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Melissa Arnston

The Sacred Mundane

Finding Faith in the Darkness

I grew up in a family that loved to spend time outdoors. Each summer growing up, I would attend summer camp. I remember there was one camp that I started going to around the time I entered middle school. The first night at camp, we slept in whatever dwellings our groups were assigned to, for some that was accommodations in a refurbished farm buildings, for others it was tents. But for the rest of the nights, provided that the weather was cooperative, we slept under the stars. There’s something awe-inspiring when you’re isolated from what most of us deem “civil society” and its conveniences, and you’re confronted with the immenseness of the night sky before you fall asleep.

When I first heard that we would be sleeping outside, without any sort of tents, I was nervous at first. There was a significant amount of vulnerability involved in this act, being in unfamiliar surroundings, with people I didn’t know, and completely exposed to the elements. However, as the week progressed, I found myself looking forward to the time that I could roll out my sleeping bag and drift off to sleep under the watch of the stars. In the end, it turned out to be one of the most exhilarating parts of my week at camp.

A few months ago, I read Barbara Brown Taylor’s book, Learning to Walk in the Dark, and I still find myself mulling over the book from time to time. Not only did I find the subject matter fascinating, but Taylor’s prose were absolutely beautiful. Throughout the book, she wrestles with a common fear that most of us have shared at one time or another: the dark.

The book points out how the church has often demonized the dark and night, by drawing parallels between ungodly people, actions, and beliefs. Whereas, the Trinity is most often associated with light, and objects like the sun. These distinctions are called “lunar spirituality” and “full solar spirituality.”

From my own experience, what Taylor writes about is true. We do tend to dramatize the dark as something evil. What is ironic is that the creation story in Genesis tells us that God created the sun and moon, and separated the day from the night. Darkness is just another park of God’s created order. In fact, we need darkness in order to survive. Not only does darkness help regulate our circadian clocks, but it also prompts us when to rest.

There are also times when a “lunar faith” is healthy for us as well. It is near impossible to sustain a “full solar faith” at all times throughout your life. Not only is it unrealistic, but we are bound to wear ourselves out if we try to stay in the light at all times. At some point, our faith will need to rest, or we will face some trial or tribulation. It is important for us to acknowledge that both of these types of faith are natural, and come in cycles, much like our days and nights. As a community, we need to open ourselves up to expressing this darker side of faith, and foster a healthy dialog for those who are experiencing a dark time.

“You Look Happy!”: Healing from Anxiety and Depression

aloneMental health is a hot topic issue in the media that comes in and out of coverage on a regular basis. Last summer, the world was shocked when news spread that the comedian/actor Robin Williams had committed suicide. For days afterward, new information into Williams’ private life and his struggle with depression were spewed across most news mediums. These conversations really struck home with me, especially since I’ve dealt with depression of and on for several years. Most recently, I have experienced severe anxiety that at times would result in panic attacks. It is distressing to me that mental health is more often than not still considered a taboo topic, especially within the church.

For many people, mental illness is something that is unfathomable. If you haven’t experienced depression or anxiety, it can be difficult to relate to how debilitating they can become. I first began experiencing depression around the time I turned thirteen. It was one of the darkest times in my life. I felt no hope of respite from the feelings of despair that were eating away at me inside. At one point, I became suicidal, although I never made an attempt on my life. Over the course of time, my depression lessened, but I felt ashamed of it and myself. It was an experience that I revealed to very few people, and while I have experienced it again throughout the years since then, it has never escalated to the degree of what it had once been.

Then last October, after a couple of months working three jobs and attending grad school full time, I began to feel a build-up of anxiety that eventually resulted in panic attacks. I constantly felt on edge. My symptoms quickly developed into physical symptoms of headaches and severe stomach pain. My muscles were constantly tense, and I found it near impossible to relax, concentrate, or sleep. After months of what was becoming an increasingly debilitating situation, I sought out counseling and medication. Over the past several weeks, I have had people come up to me and tell me, “You look so happy!” It wasn’t until I started hearing these comments that I realized just how deep of a hold my anxiety had over my life. . I’m still in a healing process, and still have days where anxiety tries to rule me, but I’m becoming more aware of myself and understand how to better control my anxiety.

For some reason, many Christians still believe that mental health issues are not of the same importance as physical illnesses. Rather, many believe that if someone is depressed, that it is a reflection on their spiritual life, or relationship with Jesus. They often come to the conclusion that they must be guilty or sinning in some way that has resulted in depression. As a result of this belief, it is often believed that you can just pray away depression, anxiety, or any other mental illness. This line of thought can be extremely dangerous, especially when Christians reject medical attention in favor of prayer or biblical counseling. Some circles go as far as explicitly dissuading people from seeking medical help, because they wouldn’t be trusting God and his ability to heal.

In my experience, if you have persistently felt depressed or anxious, and felt your quality of life decrease, then you should seek medical attention. While it is important to trust in God and his healing abilities, I don’t believe that seeking medical attention negates such trust. After all, if you had pneumonia you wouldn’t refuse to seek out a doctor. If you did neglect such an illness, it could lead to life threatening complications, or later result in complications. Mental illnesses are just as serious as the physical ones, and it’s time that we start acknowledging that. As Christians, we should be seeking to create an environment where it is acceptable to discuss these struggles and to extend grace to those who are suffering. We must make it clear that we know that it is not something that is the fault of the person, nor does it define them. We should be offering hope and support, not condemnation or rejection.

New Beginnings and New Life

As a culture, mosttulips of us associate spring with a fresh start. The earth is starting to come alive again after another long, cold winter. Green seeps back into the grass, buds form on trees, and flowers begin to poke through the ground. As for myself, this concept is currently being reflected in my own life.

For two years now, I’ve been pursuing my master’s degree in publishing. I’m currently enrolled in my last class, after which I will only need to complete my thesis before earning my degree. All of this adds up to one of the greatest fears of my generation: finding a job. In regards to my own goals, that means finding a job that will launch a career in Christian publishing.

I’d be lying if I said that all of this didn’t freak me out a little bit. After all, my inability to find a job in my preferred industry after I had graduated college was what prompted me to go back to grad school in the first place.

This change in itself would be hard enough, but I have felt a stirring in my heart for a while now in regards to another change in my life. You see, I consider myself to be a Christian, however, I haven’t exactly been very observant in my faith the last few years. It’s not that I lost faith in God or his Son. Rather, I was jaded from many prevailing attitudes in the American church today, and from some experiences that close friends had with leadership in various churches. Add on to that a chaotic work schedule, which included weekends and a lack of young adult ministry in my childhood church. I felt very little motivation to engage in corporate worship.

For the longest time, I felt that others would judge me, and look at me as a lesser Christian, because of my absence from the church for so long. Eventually, I realized that it wasn’t about me, or anyone else who gathers inside the confines of church walls each Sunday. It’s about our praise and worship of our Lord and Savior. Just a couple of weeks ago, we celebrated Easter, which serves as a reminder of the greatest new beginnings when Jesus rose from the grave so that we may have new life. When it comes to God, it’s never too late to turn to him.

My faith, much like the rest of my life, is still in the process of developing. And if I’m honest, I think that’s a good thing. I want to keep growing and evolving throughout my life. I don’t want to live in a perpetual stagnant state. It’s my intent that this blog will help serve as a witness to these new beginnings in my life, and possibly inspire a reader or two.

With all of that being said, I want to thank you for joining me on this journey. I’m going to leave you with a verse that I have been meditating on as of late, and welcome!

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him.’” Lamentations 3:22-24 (ESV)

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