This morning in the Dutch Daily: psychiatrists suspects the existence of a Reformed depression. They describe this by the example of a 42-year old woman, soberly dressed, looking old, sleeping badly, to tired to take good care of her children. Although she runs her household completely, she feels incompetent. She cannot enjoy life, and when asked she feels there not much to enjoy anyway. She describes her mood as ‘normal’. The only thing she regrets is that her faith is not of great importance to her. Although she would not mind not waking up one day (who needs her anyway?) she does not actively end her life because one is not allowed to do so.
I really feel sorry for those people, trapped in a twisted image of God and in a restrictive and repressing church system. I’d say the gospel gives a ‘slightly’ different perspective in the words that Jesus quotes when he preaches in the synagogue:
The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor. (Isaiah 61)
If that ain’t remedy against depression…