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On depression, anxiety and ministry

by Ezra Jalin | 14 September 2018, 12:26 PM

Recently, a young pastor of an emerging church tragically took his life after battling depression and anxiety.

He left behind his wife and three children, breaking his congregation’s heart and stunning Christian communities around the world. For in the weeks leading up to the tragedy, he was in the midst of a sermon series on depression and anxiety where he openly shared about his condition.

What issues was the young pastor facing? We know he had been coping with the loss of his father and the demands of ministry. Was there any support for him? He had an amazing family and probably an amazing circle of people … But I imagine he still felt lonely in some battles.

I can only wonder where it all went wrong for that dear brother of ours.

To those of us who struggle beneath the surface, but wear bright smiles every week in church – I know how pretentious it feels.

I can only imagine the pressure pastors are under, given their vocation comes with the silent expectation that they must be strong in faith even when the worst trials and tribulations come.

Imagine for a moment that young pastor was your own: A tired shepherd who had to constantly believe that there was hope in his life, so he could tell you that there’s hope for yours as well.

What if I tell you that – as I read the Bible – I think that maybe Jesus was in the same situation? In the Gospels, it almost feels like Jesus grieved more than He was happy. He was aggrieved at our impending doom because of sin and shame. And so He spent most of His time in solitude before the Father concerning us and His work that would save us all.

What kept Jesus going? It was because of the task that He had to fulfill on our behalf so that we would not have to face an eternal death. He died on the cross for us. God planned all these things from the start because of what had we become – sinners awash in shame.

The irony of me writing this is … I’m in a somewhat similar place as that young pastor was in. Bipolar Disorder at 14. Major Depressive Disorder at 19. Attempted suicide 5 years ago …

Jesus’ death on the cross for us and resurrection is the answer to our grief.

What joy to know we have been spared from impending doom! Death no longer has the authority to tempt us that it is pointless to live another day.

When God calls His people to walk a thousand miles into the unknown, the journey will not be comfortable. No matter how faithful we are, there may be pain or suffering along the way. No one is fully sheltered this side of eternity. But the good news is that nothing can thwart God’s plans or destroy the people who walk in them!

“For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)

In Philippians 4, Paul was in prison and had been oppressed by various principalities. Some theologians argued that he might have gone through bouts of depression in his years of ministry.

But Paul knew that the love of God was always sufficient for him no matter what. He constantly reached out to God as his strength and remembered the Holy Spirit was in him. He knew God would ensure that His name would be preached and glorified around the world – that people would rejoice for the freedom found in Jesus.

That is the heart behind Philippians 4:13: “I can do all things through Him who gives me the strength.”

The irony of me writing this is … I’m in a somewhat similar place as that young pastor was in.

Bipolar Disorder at 14. Major Depressive Disorder at 19. Attempted suicide 5 years ago – but it didn’t happen because of divine intervention.

Am I healed? Honestly, no. Worse still, I’m a final-year seminarian and I’m attached to an emerging church in Kuala Lumpur – hoping that I’ll do something great in Borneo.

Life has always been tough: I came from a higher class family, yet we struggled financially. My parents were partially absent, I faced childhood abuse, I was racially sidelined in school. Academically, I was often compared to my siblings, and I’m a middle child in the family. I mixed with the wrong crowd and did wrong things. I got involved in toxic relationships and dated women who were either unfaithful or uncommitted.

… the answer in my heart is that He has always been a great sustainer of life and faith.

After high-school graduation, my dream of being a politician was shattered. So, I pursued another interest: Multimedia Design. In my second year of college, my grandfather died. Upon graduation from the college, I started a media company, only to see it fail a year later. That got me a bad reputation in the local media industry.

Is God cruel? At times, I am tempted to believe so, but the answer in my heart is that He has always been a great sustainer of life and faith. Whenever I remember that, I find there is always something new to learn and I become stronger than before.

Strength is found when we search for Him.

So in my search for strength in God, I’ve found a few practical handles to be helpful personally.

5 STEPS TOWARDS FINDING STRENGTH IN GOD

1. Go for a check-up.

I know it sucks, but do it! Psychiatrists are aware that not every condition are treatable with prescriptions. So a psychologist or a counselling session will help keep your head up in life while dealing with your issues.

2. Join a depression survivor group.

These groups are comprised of people with the same condition who encourage each other to press on. They are called “survivors” not because they are cured, but because they’ve previously survived attempted suicide and now survive each new day!

Virtual ones are available on Facebook, while other groups organise a weekly session to listen to fellow survivors and to express themselves. Trust me, no one is going to show off how insightful they are in this group!

3. Let it out by any means!

Scream your lungs out! Punch a pillow, throw something, or express your feelings in an artistic manner. Being artistic is one of the good ways to let things out. Play a music instrument or get a pen, paintbrush or graphic tablet and sketch or write something!

4. Talk about it!

Get someone who can intercede for you, or who would make time to hang out with you, consistently speaking life into you so you won’t have to live through these struggles by yourself.

5. Do good outside of the church!

What better ways to preach to yourself and to others about the unconditional love of Christ than to do an outreach? Isn’t that what Jesus did?

Ken Costa, former investment banker and author of God At Work writes that the love of Christ is manifested when we choose to give more to others. Ministry may threaten to be mechanical at times, which is where an outreach like serving in soup kitchens, orphanage visits or sponsoring a child may break us out of being stuck in a routine!

An outreach is not only missional – it is also a platform where God reminds us of the reason we do what we do.

Whether you’re a minister in the church, working in a Christian organisation or you happen to have family members in full-time ministry … it’s okay to acknowledge or speak out that you are depressed or anxious.

It doesn’t mean God can use you any less – God can use anyone He wants. God can use all people and all things for His glory, and having or being the right support can help others or yourself turn it all around for the best life!

So yes, it sounds like a cliché – but get help!

In my experience, there are people who care and there are people who don’t really care. Now the people who really care are the ones who do it quietly – slow to speak any insights, always praying and sharing your burdens. They don’t tell the whole world what you’re going through, but they make every effort to stay by your side without any expectations.

And when the time is right, they challenge you to make decisions that honour God. It took me a while to find these right people, but God is always gracious.

He is my comfort.

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A Christian’s take on privilege and class divides

by JH Kwek | 10 October 2018, 11:04 AM

Most of us would have no doubt seen the recent Channel News Asia video on class divides in Singapore.

For its many flaws the video is an admirable attempt at bridging the gap between social classes. The walls between the rich and the poor, the educated and uneducated – these walls should not exist in a nation that prides itself on meritocracy.

And neither should they exist in the church.

Yet as I think back to my own experiences in church, I am disappointed by my own inability to bring those walls torn down: I remember losing a football game played in the heartlands, and attributing my opponents’ success to all the time they spent playing instead of studying in school.

And I remember suggesting eating at a restaurant after cell, completely oblivious to the fact that there were brothers in my midst who simply couldn’t afford such a meal.

How I’ve failed to acknowledge my own privilege for the longest time!

We must take a look at our own churches.

How many of our cell groups contain people of a different race? How many of our cell groups are ready to accept someone of a different socio-economic status? Or someone who struggles with sexuality?

And sure, there might be other factors like geography that affect the kind of people that appear in our cell groups that have nothing to do with our own prejudices. Yet I suspect that within the church, we have divided people just as much as those outside the church do – if not more.

“But now that faith has come, we are no longer under a guardian, for in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith. For as many of you as were baptised into Christ has put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one on Christ Jesus.” (Galatians 3:25-28)

The church should be a model of unity. We have this unity because we are all in Christ Jesus and believe in the same Gospel. Jesus Himself has torn down every dividing wall of hostility between the Jew and the Gentile (Ephesians 2:14-16). In His presence, every social division must come down.

So what do we do when we see a church that is not so? I can’t help but feel hopeless when I notice that everyone around me just looks the same. I can’t help but despair when I hear racially insensitive jokes being made in cell. I can’t help but weep when I realise that my own heart is racist, classist, prejudiced in ways apart from the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

What is the hope for a religious structure so historically entrenched in divides like class?

The church should be a model of unity.

The hope is Jesus. The hope has always been Jesus.

Whenever we are confronted with sin, be it personal or systemic, the solution has never been to run away – but to run towards. We must always remember that we as the church are united around a single thing – the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Church is awkward conversations with the elderly lady you sit next to every week. Church is meeting middle-aged couples for lunch not just for advice or counselling – but to actually get to know them.

Church is welcoming people of all races into a community that is predominantly Chinese. Church is eating at a coffee shop instead of a restaurant so your friend can afford to join you.

This is the community God has grafted us into.

We must grow as a Church, not in conformance to the latest trends of inclusivity or tolerance – but in Gospel unity.

How amazing it is when an 86-year-old woman and a young teenager can sing the same worship song together and mean it together with all their heart!

And how incredible it is that someone who stays in a HDB and someone who stays in Sentosa Cove can covenant to keep each other accountable to walk in purity!

We must grow as a Church, not in conformance to the latest trends of inclusivity or tolerance – but in Gospel unity.

So how can we shape our cell groups to be places for both the poor and rich? How can we shape our conversations so as not to marginalise those of minority races? How can we better return to the Gospel?

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:1-10)

These answers lie in Jesus. We need to keep looking to Him, the founder and perfecter of our faith.

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Stricken with PTSD and depression after my mum suddenly passed away, I thought my life was over

by Jeremy Chan | 9 October 2018, 6:04 PM

Jesus, don’t you care? Where are you? Please take the pain away. 

It was Mark 4:35-41 all over again, where Jesus was asleep in a boat with his disciples when a storm hit and threatened to engulf them.

An unexpected storm blew into my life towards the end of 2013, when my mom was suddenly taken ill. What we initially thought was just a fever and flu of sorts turned into seven months of our worst nightmare.

It had taken the doctors three months to diagnose a rare and incurable bone marrow disease; by then the sickness was so severe that we soon decided to take her off medication. Putting her into palliative care was the most complicated and painful decision we had to make as a family.

Within five days of taking her off treatment, she was called home to be with the Lord on the Good Friday of 2014. I have not attended a Good Friday service since.

I didn’t know then, but the shock, guilt, grief and great disappointment with God brought about post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). The intense emotional pain and anguish also led me down the path of severe clinical depression over the next two and a half years.

My relationships with family, friends, ministry and work broke down as my world sank into shades of grey. Because of the mental state I was in, I had a physical condition known as post-motor retardation (PMR), which slowed down my movement, especially walking.

Despite the medication and all the sleep I was getting, I was always exhausted and uninterested in anything in life. It took 16 months before my physicians got the prescribed medication and dosage right. I was like a walking zombie, dead on the inside but somehow still alive.

And no matter how I prayed or read the Bible, nothing changed. As the days passed by, I grew angry with God. Unbelief was slowly setting in, along with suicidal thoughts. Every day I prayed: “Lord, please stop the pain.”

Even smells could trigger a welling-up of emotions that would have exploded out of me if I hadn’t fought hard to contain them.

Formally serving in the worship team, I found myself unable to even worship amidst the congregation. How was I to worship God or give thanks for anything after what had happened?

The flashbacks that came with the PTSD were unpredictable and crippling. Seemingly random places such as the mall, MRT stations or certain bus routes … Even smells could trigger a welling-up of emotions that would have exploded out of me if I hadn’t fought hard to contain them.

There was one incident where the song “Amazing Grace” caused three major flashbacks over the following week. During one such similar episode in church service I actually ran and hid in a quiet corner until it was over.

I saw a psychiatrist regularly, and it helped. On days I felt as though I’d hit rock bottom, I learnt to tell myself there would always be the next day, and I just had to get through one at a time. Breathe and sleep it off. This gave the verse “His mercies are new every morning” a whole new meaning.

I know I could have given up on hope many times. But somewhere inside me, my spirit man was clinging on and crying out to Jesus. Whatever Scripture I could remember, I held onto. God, surely you saved my soul for more than this? You are making all things work together for good, right?

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.” (2 Corinthians 1:1-5)

I believed that God could use this experience of mine to help people who were battling on the same front with depression and suicide, but the road to recovery turned out to be longer than I expected. It became so bad that I decided to stop working and enrol into Tung Ling Bible School‘s School of Ministry.

Tung Ling proved to be a place of rest and renewal, where I could experience the love of God again. During one of our ministry times, someone spoke a word over me: That Jesus was calling me as He did to Lazarus, to come out of the grave I was trapped in. Jesus was going to remove the veil of death over me and I would finally see the light.

I was greatly moved to hear this – Jesus was calling me out! This shroud of grave clothes that I had been walking in would be removed! I would rejoice again.

That was the beginning of two whole years of recovery. I remember meditating on Psalm 139 and feeling greatly comforted that all my days were written before one of them came to be, before the day I lost my mum. God was always in control. He was always looking after me.

It has been four years since the storm started. I haven’t returned to the working world for the past two years, which can be frustrating and disappointing at times. However, I remember His promises to provide for me and give me peace and rest throughout.

By His grace, I have been completely off all PTSD and depression medication since April this year. I still have intermittent flashbacks, but they are much more manageable now. I even registered to further my studies at Tung Ling Bible School and recently graduated from the School of Leadership.

In the years to come, I would like to help break the stigma of mental illness with my story. To anyone out there who might be in the midst of the storm, there is hope. Jesus is in that storm with you. Caregivers, I also appreciate all your work, prayers and support.

I believe that we, as believers, are often the only face of Jesus that the depressed and suicidal will see. We must share and give them that same hope of life that Jesus gave us. As it says in Luke 1:79, we as His children are called “to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.”


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If you were at PraySingapore over the weekend or read one of our stories, you would know that it was a powerful time of prayer and consecration in preparation for a year of revival.

Corporate prayer and unity in the body of Christ is always great, but if you asked me what really captured my heart that day, it was the moment the married couples in the stadium were asked to stand up and renew their wedding vows to each other.

TRIGGER WARNING: Warm fuzzy feelings may arise. ❤

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I mean, even as a young single person who’s never said wedding vows before, it was adorable to see couples holding hands – some more bashful than others – and praying together. Several even had their children and grandchildren seated around them.

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Most of us Asians are accustomed to restrained displays of affection between our parents. So you can imagine how my heart melted to see couples stand with their arms wrapped around each other, many with little lines etched into their faces – proof of how much of life they’d walked as one.

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It was a somber and quietly beautiful scene as couples recited their wedding vows, rededicating themselves to their spouse and their families. And as I watched the couple in front of me tightly embrace, a tear came to my own eye when I saw the husband tenderly wipe away his wife’s tears.

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This is what I hope my marriage will look like in the future, I thought to myself. A vulnerability towards my husband who receives it with godly humility. A love for each other that withstands the test of time and disagreements and quarrels – to become a testament of a greater love that holds two people together.

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I also thought of the multitudes of young people in the stadium who got to witness this powerful model of marriage. None of us have walked the long road of holy matrimony, not for more than a decade anyway, but I dare to say these couples kept it real for us. It won’t be easy, but God can renew hearts and restore broken walls of division.

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Seeing hundreds of couples praying together left me thinking: To have a marriage last a lifetime, two people must be willing to keep facing hurts and forgiving wrongs. A good marriage is made up of two good forgivers. And in humility and constant surrender through prayer, God’s love covers a multitude of sins against each other. Christ must be the centre of it all.

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I used to wonder if commitment was the only thing that kept a marriage going into its twilight years – if there would still be love after so long. But sitting amidst a sea of couples worshipping God with hands intertwined, I got my answer. This was the power of God-given, agape love. Love that always protects, trusts and perseveres.

I left PraySingapore with new hope in my heart and a new picture of love: A love that starts even before I am the lover of my (future) husband – an eternal, faithful love between my Saviour and me.

/ samanthaloh@thir.st

Samantha is a creative who is inspired by the people and stories around her. She also loves striped tees and would love to pass her collection down to her future children. Currently level 1127 on Candy Crush.

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by Jocelyn Chen | 8 October 2018, 3:35 PM

“At this age, you should be at this job position.”
“By this organisational level, you should be earning this.”
“Shouldn’t you be married by now?”
“When are you going to have a baby?”

What are you waiting for?

Like it or not, we all have expectations. Expectations contain connotations of hopes, anticipations and ideals. More often than not, they come about because we grow up with a certain mindset and hence perceive that, perhaps, that is the order in which life should work out.

Many times we find ourselves in situations where we are caught up by men’s expectations of us. We find ourselves being so consumed by what men think of us that we forget we are children of God, and the power that that identity alone entails.

We may also project such expectations on ourselves, and on others. It could take place on an individual level: What our life should look like, looking for a job or a partner … Or on a national level: The kind of governance we ought to have, or the type of leader one should be.

In the light of all this, it is useful to compare the lenses of how men and God look at King David – an unlikely candidate in the world’s eyes, who yet remained God’s ultimate choice.

How did David remain steadfast over the long years of his career? How did he keep his eyes fixed on God? Why did God call him “a man after His own heart”?

I believe that through his example, we will find redemption from the tainted view of men’s expectations (including our own) that has prevent us from becoming the men and women God has destined for us to be.

In 1 Samuel, we read about the Israelites, and even Samuel – the greatest prophet and judge to rule Israel – having expectations of how an ideal king ruling over them should look like.

This rather fixed mindset certainly did not reflect David, the youngest “forgotten” son, the mere shepherd boy, who was ironically, God’s choice to be king over Israel. To further emphasise his insignificance in the eyes of man, David was only introduced by his father, Jesse, when Samuel enquired if the seven sons he’d seen were all the sons Jesse had.

“Jesse had seven of his sons walk in front of Samuel. But Samuel said to him, ‘The Lord hasn’t chosen any of them.’ So he asked Jesse, ‘Are these the only sons you have?’ ‘No,’ Jesse answered. ‘My youngest son is taking care of the sheep.’” (1 Samuel 16:10-11)

“Youngest … tending the sheep” – this is how David is first introduced to us. Youngest son, shepherd, fugitive, king, murderer – he was all of that by the end of his story. The nobody, the great and the worst, and yet God still gave him the honour of being called “a man after God’s own heart”.

1 Samuel 16:7 gives us a clue of what kind of person the Lord looks for: “The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” So what was it about David’s heart that pleased God?

“… He raised up David to be their king, of whom He testified and said, ‘I have found in David the son of Jesse a man after my heart, who will do all my will.'” (Acts 13:22)

On the flip side, we note from the scriptures how quickly men based their judgment and selection on physical appearance.

While humans are limited to the externals, the “outward appearance”, God looks at the heart.

King Saul, whom David later took over the kingship from, was described as “a head taller than anyone else” and “more handsome than anyone in Israel” (1 Samuel 9:2) when he was anointed the first king of Israel.

Eliab, Jesse’s first son, also impressed Samuel with his striking appearance, and was thus very quick to assume he was the Lord’s anointed.

When they arrived, Samuel saw Eliab. He thought, ‘This has to be the one the Lord wants me to anoint for him.’ But the Lord said to Samuel, ‘Do not consider how handsome or tall he is. I have not chosen him.'” (1 Samuel 16:7)

Here we see the distinction between how different people and God perceive situations and reality. While humans are limited to the externals, the “outward appearance”, God looks at the heart.

What really counts in a person has more to do with the heart than with the eyes.

Despite David’s young age, we catch glimpses of what a heart yielded to God should look like. Our experiences often shape our actions and responses. Do we have such encounters with God that would propel us to act in the way David did?

“David said to Goliath, ‘You are coming to fight against me with a sword, a spear and a javelin. But I’m coming against you in the name of the Lord who rules over all … He’s the one you have dared to fight against. This day the Lord will give me the victory over you … The Lord doesn’t rescue people by using a sword or a spear … The battle belongs to the Lord. He will hand all of you over to us.’” (1 Samuel 17:45-47)

When David was in battle with the Philistines, a fight in which his own people, the Israelites, doubted him, he remained unfazed. He was focused, single-minded and only looked to God.

One lesson that we can draw from David’s responses is that he knew God so well that he could work within the logic of God. He was so convinced and confident of God’s guidance even before the victory took place.

Knowing God seemed to be central to David’s life. As seen in many of the psalms, David’s life was difficult, to say the least. Despite his deep anguish, it was always without fail that he chose to ultimately acknowledge God and His good, unchanging nature, which spurred him on and kept him going.

David also knew his position and role. He knew that he was a king in waiting, and honoured Saul as the “Lord’s anointed” when he was still king (1 Samuel 24:6). He knew that even if Saul did try to kill him many times, he was not to repay evil for evil.

Most importantly, he knew that God’s timing is perfect. He knew that God would vindicate him one day. He knew that he was a child of God and that God cared for him, and thus, he could trust for God to deliver.

In all these, we see a heart that continuously waited upon the Lord, even when it did not make sense.

“What are you waiting for?” may seem to be the question of the hour. Whether we are successfully ticking all the “correct” boxes in life, winning the rat race, building a home with a partner – there will always be an expectation on us to achieve, to do more.

But this very question creates an illusion that we are always behind time. It forgets that time is written by the same God who has written all the days of our lives.

I see the struggle of friends who have had to deal with such comments. They love God and seek to do His will. However, clouded by the expectations of society, they resort to satisfying everybody including themselves, when we are naturally insecure and prideful. Many may have achieved these societal expectations only to feel emptier than before.

If someone were to ask David “what are you waiting for?”, I believe David would have replied with this: “Do you mean, who am I waiting for?”

As the Psalms illustrate, David knew that in the midst of life’s pressures and tribulations, all that he truly desired, all that he needed, he could expect from a God who loved him. After all, David means “beloved”.

He knew God loved him, and with that knowledge, he knew that he could restfully wait on the one who had it all planned out for him. Like David, we should strive to live with a confident expectation of the one who loves us, who promises to work all things for our good (Romans 8:28), and is always on time.

It is this understanding that must govern our logic, actions and thoughts, that will compel us to live not on man’s timing, but on God’s. Then we too can be people after God’s own heart – people who will do all He wills.

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