I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die: Moving from Surviving to Thriving When you Can'

Description: I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die by Sarah J. Robinson "This deeply compassionate, shame-free guide for Christians battling severe depression and suicidal thoughts offers a clear, hopeful road map to a rich, vibrant life in Christ"-- FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description A compassionate, shame-free guide for your darkest daysA compassionate, shame-free guide for your darkest days"A one-of-a-kind book . . . to read for yourself or give to a struggling friend or loved one without the fear that depression and suicidal thoughts will be minimized, medicalized or over-spiritualized."-Kay Warren, cofounder of Saddleback ChurchWhat happens when loving Jesus doesnt cure you of depression, anxiety, or suicidal thoughts? You might be crushed by shame over your mental illness, only to be told by well-meaning Christians to "choose joy" and "pray more." So you beg God to take away the pain, but nothing eases the ache inside. As darkness lingers and color drains from your world, youre left wondering if God has abandoned you.You just want a way out.But theres hope.In I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die, Sarah J. Robinson offers a healthy, practical, and shame-free guide for Christians struggling with mental illness. With unflinching honesty, Sarah shares her story of battling depression and fighting to stay alive despite toxic theology that made her afraid to seek help outside the church. Pairing her own story with scriptural insights, mental health research, and simple practices, Sarah helps you reconnect with the God who is present in our deepest anguish and discover that you are worth everything it takes to get better.Beautifully written and full of hard-won wisdom, I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die offers a path toward a rich, hope-filled life in Christ, even when healing doesnt look like what you expect. Author Biography Sarah J. Robinsononce believed her lifelong battle with depression made her a bad Christian. Now shes an author and speaker who helps others discover that mental illness doesnt disqualify them from living rich, beautiful lives in Christ. Drawing from a decade of ministry experience and the mental health field, Sarah helps readers fight for wholeness and cultivate joy. She lives in Nashville with her husband. Review "Robinsons soothing tips and sage advice should go a long way toward helping those in need of assistance."—Publishers Weekly Review Quote "Robinsons soothing tips and sage advice should go a long way toward helping those in need of assistance." --Publishers Weekly Excerpt from Book Chapter One Loving Jesus Doesnt Cure You Trigger/Content Warning--The first section of this chapter discusses a suicide attempt. If you are currently struggling with thoughts of suicide or self-harm or believe reading about a suicide attempt would be unhealthy for you for any reason, please skip the gray highlighted section. Remember, if you notice any distress as you read, take a few deep breaths, step away, and distract yourself with pleasant thoughts or activities before returning to the book. Take good care of yourself. I was a Christian the first time I tried to kill myself. Id contemplated suicide countless times over the years, emptying a bottle of pills into my hand to feel their weight or fantasizing about stepping in front of a car. The thoughts were constant, vicious, and unspoken. But I never made an actual attempt until eight months after committing my life to Christ in a tiny warehouse church. Id done all the "right" things. I got baptized, went to church every time the doors were open, swapped my old friends for relationships with youth-group kids, read my Bible, prayed, and worshipped. Id gone to conferences and even on my first mission trip. And with my charismatic, miracle-focused church, Id preached the gospel and prayed for people to be healed on the streets of our city. I was convinced I should have felt better. But I didnt. Instead, the hope of my new faith faded into a gnawing sense of disappointment. Why did I still hurt so much? Why wouldnt God fix me? Everyone at my new church seemed to receive constant reassurances of Gods love and approval, but he seemed bitterly silent to me. It only reinforced the raging self-hatred Id carried for so long. God doesnt even want me. Its my fault; Im too selfish and sinful. Its never going to get better. I felt sick all the time and everything seemed so hollow. I was sure I was doomed to an unending ache and I couldnt bear it. So, one late-spring evening when my house was empty, I found myself sitting on the kitchen floor, pressing a knife into my eager skin. There was no note, no explanation, just a blade and some blood between me and relief from the bone-crushing suffering. At first I felt calm, resigned. That hollow nausea was still in my chest, but at least I didnt have to live with it much longer. I took a deep breath, bracing for the pain. But then I froze statue-still. My heart pounded and I started to sweat as I seemed to wrestle a force outside myself. I willed myself to press in just a little more, just enough, but I couldnt do it. I couldnt make it happen. Finally, I relented. I flung the knife across the room. "You won," I spat in Gods direction, flushed with anger. It was all his fault I couldnt be free from the pain. I dont know how long I sat on the dirty kitchen floor, but I eventually realized I didnt want my family to find me there, so I got up and put the knife away. I climbed into bed, put on a worship CD, cursed God, and went to sleep. I told only one person about the attempt, a kid in my youth group who was like a big brother to me. I dont know if he ever told anybody else, if he thought I was being dramatic, if he really understood what I was saying. And I dont remember his response. But I do know he never mentioned it again. My secret struggle with the darkness remained a secret. As an adult, I look back with compassion on those around me; they were as clueless about how to handle mental illness as I was. What was that seventeen-year-old boy in the early 2000s supposed to know about suicide prevention? What were my twenty-three-year-old youth pastors in a "name it and claim it" church supposed to tell me when I talked about how much I was hurting? Its not that they didnt do their best to lead and love me well; they just didnt have the tools they needed to care for someone with severe depression. Chris and Jenny were newlyweds just figuring out what it meant to be married, work, go to college, and run a youth group all at the same time. To be in ministry--especially in a small church--is to live under a microscope, and as neither had any formal training, they depended on the theology they picked up from the culture around them. To say they were stretched thin would be a massive understatement, but they had big hearts and longed to make a difference in the lives of others. A few months after the attempt, when I hesitantly shared bits of my pain, they carved time out of their impossible schedules to invite me over for dinner at their four-hundred-square-foot apartment. Chris talked to me about overcoming lies with Scripture and spending more time in the presence of God, while Jenny made me a card covered in glittery stickers and Bible verses about freedom, overcoming the flesh, and having the mind of Christ. They prayed with me and encouraged me to praise the Lord, especially when I didnt feel like it. That night, I left their cramped apartment with a jumble of emotions. My youth pastors did everything they knew how to do, and their love for me was obvious. But I also felt frustrated because my experience didnt match the promises, confused because I didnt understand why. Regardless, I received the same message they had from our church culture: Jesus fixes everything. We just have to cooperate. When I began to self-harm in college, Chris and Jenny would say theyd found out I had started cutting "again," as though it had been something that plagued me in the years before I came to faith. I never corrected them, never told them how I only started carving my pain in my skin after I pledged my life to Christ. I understood the unwritten rules: This isnt the story Im supposed to tell. This isnt how it works for "good Christians." You meet Jesus and then everything gets better. You discover youre loved and find your purpose in Christ, and youre filled with unspeakable joy. Life is good, God blesses you, and youre too busy serving others and worshipping God to hurt like that. Thats how its supposed to work. You dont find yourself slipping deeper beneath the waves, drowning while surrounded by people who cant even see the water. You dont starve in the middle of the elaborate feast set before you. You dont watch the light grow dim and wonder how everyone else around you is able to see anything at all. But thats what happened to me. Looking back, its not tough to see how my church--and countless others--came to believe that loving Jesus cures all ills. We loved a good testimony, proof of God working in our midst. Week after week, people would stand up and share how they were healed, delivered, or rescued from some difficult thing or another. The message was clear: Jesus fixes broken things. Jesus works miracles. Our senior pastor was a firm believer in the miraculous and leaned heavily on verses that talk about God healing anyone and everyone. We were taught that God promised perfect health when he brought the Israelites out of Egypt and that these verses were just as applicable to us: He said, "If you will listen carefully to the voice of the Lord your God and do what is right in his sight, obeying his commands and keeping all his decrees, then I will not make you suffer any of the diseases I sent on the Egyptians; for I am the Lord who heals you. (Exodus 15:26, nlt) And the Lord will protect you from all sickness. He will not let you suffer from the terrible diseases you knew in Egypt, but he will inflict them on all your enemies! (Deuteronomy 7:15, nlt) We recited Psalm 103:3 together every Sunday to build our faith: "He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases" (nlt). And Isaiah 54:17 promised that "no weapon formed against you shall prosper" (nkjv). It wasnt just the Old Testament that promised God would heal and restore everything. Luke 4:40 recorded that when sick people were brought to Jesus, "no matter what their diseases were, the touch of his hand healed every one" (nlt). And Matthew 7:11 clearly showed that if we asked our Father for good gifts, he would give them to us. Isnt the crux of Christianity that there is a good God who loves us and paid the price for our sin and suffering? Isnt his character full of kindness and compassion? Doesnt it make sense that his will is always to heal us? That theology sounds true and beautiful--and it fits well with the very human desire to avoid suffering. In my church, I believe this was taught from an innocent desire to see God glorified and impact the lives of his children. It was never intended to cause harm or undermine the full truth of the gospel. But its woefully incomplete, ignoring the many times in Scripture that God--for whatever reason--allowed people to endure sickness and suffering without swooping in to rescue them from it. Like countless other churches, my community glossed over verses that talked about suffering as part of life or times when God allowed painful situations to remain. It wasnt until years later that I saw a fuller picture of suffering in Scripture. I found this truth woven throughout the New Testament, in verses that get little notice: God doesnt always heal people. Details ISBN0593193520 Author Sarah J. Robinson Short Title I Love Jesus, but I Want to Die Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 0593193520 ISBN-13 9780593193525 Format Paperback Pages 240 Publisher Waterbrook Press (A Division of Random House Inc) Imprint Waterbrook Press Country of Publication United States Publication Date 2021-05-11 Place of Publication Colorado AU Release Date 2021-05-11 NZ Release Date 2021-05-11 US Release Date 2021-05-11 UK Release Date 2021-05-11 Subtitle Moving from Surviving to Thriving When you Cant Go On DEWEY 248.8628 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:131884423;

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