For the past several weeks, I have been unable to escape the incredible sermon that was delivered by Washington Post columnist Michael Gerson at the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. What caught my attention, though, was learning that Mr. Gerson delivered this sermon only a few short days after being discharged from the hospital for depression.
Mondays are the worst. That’s not just an Internet cliché, it’s the God’s honest truth. Mondays have a long-standing reputation of being the most loathsome day of the week. Being that they’re the first day after the weekend, they’re usually accompanied by little amounts of sleep and large amounts of coffee.
Verse 81 begins the 11th stanza of Psalm 119, which serves to be not only its midpoint but also its midnight. The psalmist is brought into a place of deep anguish and depression, a state of nearly continual grief. Also obvious in this stanza, though, is his conviction to persist in reposing upon God’s Word.