Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts

Saturday, February 16, 2019

William Cowper


William Cowper

The poet William Cowper was born in 1731, the fourth child of a British pastor.  His poetry helped set the stage for the Romantic poetry of the following century – his works were admired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth, for example.  He wrote about everyday situations.

William’s three siblings died, then his mother died when he was six years old while giving birth to a fifth child.  His mother’s death had a profound emotional impact on him for the rest of his life – over 50 years later someone sent him a picture of his mother and he wrote one of his more famous poems, “On the Receipt of My Mother’s Picture” – a very sad little poem:

                My mother!  When I learn’d that thou wast dead,
                Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?
                Hover’d thy spirit o’er thy sorrowing son,
                Wretch even then, life’s journey just begun?...
                I heard the bell toll’d on thy burial day,
                I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away,
                And, turning from my nurs’ry window, drew
                A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!

From ages 8-10, William’s father sent him to a boarding school where the young boy was mercilessly tormented by a bully.  From ages 10-18, he was sent to Westminster school where his experience was better, and developed a love for poetry and writing.  Through his education here, his father intended for him to pursue a legal career, but he developed severe anxiety when it came time to pursue his bar examination.  His anxiety was so severe, he attempted suicide at least three times and was institutionalized in an asylum run by Dr Nathaniel Cotton – both a poet and a faithful Christian.  At this asylum, William found the Lord while reading Romans 3:25: “…whom God set forth as a propitiation by His blood, through faith…”

When he had recovered, he met a retired pastor named Morley Unwin and his wife Mary.  They offered to let him stay in their home for 2 weeks – and 2 weeks turned into 22 years.  They helped sharpen his focus on Christ, and he found that gardening in their home helped ward off his depression.

It was probably during his years with the Unwins that Cowper wrote the hymn, ‘There is a Fountain’:

                There is a fountain, filled with blood; Drawn from Immanuel’s veins
                And sinners plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains.

When Morley died, Mary moved to the town of Olney, where John Newton was a pastor.  William and John became great friends, and John became a mentor to William.  William often helped him in visitations and in benevolence.  He also joined Newton in his anti-slavery campaigning, and composed many verses to that end.  His poem ‘Pity for Poor Africans’ was often quoted by Martin Luther King, Jr. during the American civil rights movement.  Depression and spiritual doubt was always at his door, and he fought constantly to keep it at bay.

At one point, Mary grew gravely ill, and William’s depression came back with a vengeance.  He prayed earnestly that God would heal her.  God did heal her, and it was during that time he wrote a hymn, #73 in The Baptist Hymnal, called ‘God Moves in a Mysterious Way’.  Through this hymn, Cowper is credited with the phrase ‘God moves in mysterious ways’ often used today.

                God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform;
                He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

William Cowper’s depression and anxiety help show us that those afflicted in this way often have a more sensitive spirit to spiritual matters as well as to the needs of others.

When William lay on his deathbed in the year 1800, it is said that his face suddenly lit up and he exclaimed, “I am not shut out of Heaven after all!”

Morgan, Robert J.  Then Sings My Soul, Nelson Publishers, 2003.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Cowper

Sunday, October 14, 2018

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

Near Christmas, 1861, as the Civil War raged through its first year, author Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was napping in his study in Cambridge, MA. His wife Fannie was playing with the second of their three young daughters, Edith, when she decided to snip a lock of curly hair from one daughter and preserve it in wax.

Somehow, in melting the wax with a candle, Fannie's dress caught on fire. She immediately dropped the child and ran into the study. Henry tried to extinguish the flames with a small rug, then used his own body to smother the fire. He succeeded only in prolonging her life a short while – time spent in agony. Henry, recovering from his own burns to the face, arms, and hands, had to miss her funeral. The burns scarred his face so badly, he had to grow a beard to cover the disfigurement, and because shaving became painful.

Henry sank into what some would, in his day, call “melancholy” – today we might call “depression.” Christmas of 1861, he wrote in his diary, “How inexpressibly sad are all holidays. I can make no record of these days. Better leave them wrapped in silence. Perhaps someday God will give me peace.” The diary entry of Christmas, 1862 reads, “’A merry Christmas’ say the children, but that is no more for me.”

In March of 1863, his oldest son Charles, age 18, left home against his fathers’ wishes to join the Union Army. He joined the First Massachusetts Calvary, Company ‘G’, as an artilleryman. He quickly won the respect of his superiors and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant.

Charles participated in the Battle of Chancellorsville (May), and was too ill to participate in Gettysburg (July), having Typhoid Fever. He rejoined his unit on August 15, 1863.

On November 27th, 1863, Charles was severely wounded during the Battle of New Hope Church, in Orange County, VA, during the Mine Run Campaign. He was shot through the left shoulder, with the bullet exiting under his right shoulder blade, hitting his spine along the way. Doctors gave him a bleak prognosis.

Henry and his other son, Ernest, came to Washington, DC, to retrieve Charles and bring him home to Massachusetts. Charles stubbornly refused to die and, by Christmas, things were looking better for Charles. He eventually recovered and lived a long, full life.

Christmas Day, 1863, Henry heard the bells of the churches and heard carolers singing “Peace on Earth.” The fog of melancholy began to lift from him, and he penned the words to a poem he called “Christmas Bells.” There are a couple of verses in here directly related to the Civil War which round out what he was trying to communicate to his readers.
 

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
and wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men


http://www.whatsaiththescripture.com/Fellowship/Edit_I.Heard.the.Bells.html

http://civilwartalk.com/threads/the-true-story-of-pain-and-hope-behind-i-heard-the-bells-on-christmas-day.129288/

Just As I Am

Just As I Am

Ms Charlotte Elliott was born in Brighton, England, as an invalid in 1789. Despite being born into a loving Christian family, she harbored deep feelings of inadequacy as to her ability to be useful in her life – she saw herself as having no purpose. With broken health and broken, painful body, she saw her whole existence as broken and useless. Charlotte harbored a deep resentment against God for making her that way. “How could He love me, if he made me this way?”

On May 8, 1822, a minister from Switzerland named Dr Cesar Malan (NOT the current dog-whisperer!) came to visit the Elliott’s home. As the minister began to talk about faith, Charlotte, in a fit of temper, violently railed against God. Embarrassed, the family left the room – leaving her alone with the minister.

Dr Malan allowed her to calm down, then quietly asked her, “You’re tired of yourself, aren’t you? You are holding on to your hate and anger because you have nothing else in the world to cling to. Because of that, you have become sour, bitter, and resentful.” “What is your cure?” Charlotte asked. He replied, “The very faith you are trying to despise.”

As they spoke, Charlotte’s heart finally softened. She asked, “If I wanted to become a Christian, what would I do?” Dr Malan replied, “Give yourself to God just as you are now, with your fightings and fears, hates and loves, pride and shame.”

Charlotte replied, “I can come to God just as I am? Is that right?” She received Christ that evening, and it changed her life. She still struggled from time to time with feelings of uselessness, but an ongoing friendship with Dr Malan helped her to place those feelings in the proper context. She learned to pour out her feelings and her life experience into verse, eventually writing over 150 hymns and publishing her own hymnal called “The Invalid’s Hymn Book.”

Years later, her brother, a reverend, was hosting an event to raise money for the education of the children of poor pastors in their area. She had, at the time, another spell of doubting her usefulness, when her brother asked her to write a poem for the flyer of this event. In trying to come up with verse, she thought back to that day she met Dr Malan and his words “…just as you are now…” and poured out her heart:

Just as I am – without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
– O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am – and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
– O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am – though toss’d about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
– O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am – poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
– O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am – Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
– O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am – Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
– O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am – of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
– O Lamb of God, I come!

This hymn has touched many lives over the years, being a favorite at altar calls in small churches and great crusades alike. Billy Graham used the title of this song as the title of his autobiography.

Charlotte Elliott lived to be 82 years old, never enjoying good health. When she passed away, her loved ones found over a thousand letters she had saved from people who had written to express their appreciation for how this particular hymn had touched their lives.


Then Sings My Soul, Robert J. Morgan, 2003.
https://www.challies.com/articles/hymn-stories-just-as-i-am/

God Will Take Care of You

Civilla Martin was the wife of an evangelistic preacher in rural Georgia named Walter Stillman Martin, both born around the time of the end of the American Civil War. Civilla traveled with Martin often in his work, when her frail health did not preclude her from doing so. Both were active in ministry, and both were accomplished composers and musicians, Civilla being a music teacher prior to marriage.

In 1904, Walter was involved in compiling songs for a hymnal to benefit a local Christian school. He was set to board a train to a distant town for a Sunday preaching appointment related to this, when Civilla woke up very ill. Walter was set to cancel his appearance when their 9-year-old child spoke up saying, “Father, don’t you think that if God wants you to preach today, He will also take care of Mother while you’re away?” Convicted by their child's words, both parents agreed that Walter should go and they should trust in Him.

When Walter returned that evening, Civilla had recovered. While preparing dinner, Civilla handed him the words to a song she had written that day based on their son’s remarks. Walter saw the words and excitedly sat down at the piano. Supper got cold as he spent the next hour perfecting the tune. The couple sang it with friends that evening and made the decision to include it in the hymn-book for the school.

Be not dismayed whate’er betide, God will take care of you;
Beneath His wings of love abide, God will take care of you.

Chorus:
God will take care of you. Thro’ every day, o’er all the way,
He will take care of you; God will take care of you.

Thro’ days of toil, when heart doth fail, God will take care of you;
When dangers fierce your path assail, God will take care of you.

All you may need He will provide, God will take care of you;
Nothing you ask will be denied, God will take care of you.

No matter what may be the test, God will take care of you;
Lean weary one, upon His breast, God will take care of you.

Civilla wrote many other hymns, a couple of the lasting ones include “His Eye is on the Sparrow” and “The Blood Will Never Lose Its Power”. She passed away in 1948, 13 years after her husband.

This song has been the inspiration for many to rely on the grace of God to meet their needs. One such man was named James, a son and grandson of Baptist preachers, and who was a successful retail merchant until the Great Depression hit him especially hard. During that time, he took upon himself not only the burden of his own family's well-being, but also that of every one of the families in the employment of each of his stores. James' faith was genuine, but taking on that large of a burden for such a long time had predictable effects: James was eventually placed in a mental institution with severe anxiety and insomnia, and during that time he even developed shingles. He wrote later about that time, “I was broken nervously and physically, filled with despair, unable to see even a ray of hope. I had nothing to live for. I felt I hadn’t a friend left in the world, that even my family turned against me.”

Walking by the little hospital chapel one morning, he heard the words of Civilla’s hymn being sung, “Be not dismayed, whate’er betide, God will take care of you.” He entered the chapel and listened to the full hymn for the first time, the Scripture reading after, and the prayer. He wrote, “Suddenly, something happened. I can’t explain it. I can only call it a miracle. If felt as if I had been instantly lifted out of the darkness of a dungeon into warm, brilliant sunlight.” He realized more than ever how much Jesus cared for him, and was relieved of his worry. James called those moments in that chapel “the most dramatic and glorious twenty minutes of my life.” That man was James Cash (J.C.) Penney, who went on to become one of the retail giants of the 20th century.

Morgan, Robert J., Then Sings My Soul, Nelson Publishers, 2003.
http://www.therestorationmovement.com/_states/georgia/martin.htm
https://hymnary.org/person/Martin_CD