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I had just transitioned from leading a college ministry to serving as the teaching pastor at RockHarbor Church (RH), a young, vibrant church plant. I was honored and amazed at the opportunity God had set before me, and desired to make a good impression for those who had trusted me with this role.

Four days after I started at RH I injured my knee playing basketball and found myself hobbling around with a torn ACL, MCL, and PCL. Surgery was performed five weeks later. That first night out of surgery I lay at home unable to sleep. I'm still not sure what happened, but it felt like I was suffocating. I felt a crushing weight on my chest and my heart began to race. I couldn't focus. I was unable to relax. I was completely, and irrationally, terrified.

I managed to get through the night in a Vicodin-induced haze, but my anxiety didn't go away. It grew progressively worse and I spent the whole next day with a relentless sense of nervousness. I had never felt so strange. Nothing sounded enjoyable, and no matter what I tried I couldn't distract myself from how I was feeling. I was embarrassed to be so weak in front of my wife and the visitors that stopped by. The next night was as miserable as the first and by the second day, I was a mess.

I had to preach the next day on brokenness and absolutely hated being the illustration.

I began weeping uncontrollably. I woke up each day with a constant feeling of panic. I didn't know what to do. Praying, journaling, or reading the Bible didn't help. Everything I normally enjoyed lost its spark and became just another reminder of how dark everything had become.

I tried explaining this to some of the leaders at my new church, but I didn't understand what was happening well enough to articulate it. I just knew that I went into surgery as one guy, and came out another. So when I was reluctant to start preaching again, they were naturally a bit confused. I remember one painful conversation at a local park where I was reminded that people had continued to preach as they were dying of cancer, so why couldn't I preach?

On top of the constant anxiety, a deep sense of shame settled upon me. I was humiliated by my struggle. I was the lowest I had ever been, far beyond my ability to cover up.

I lived under this burden for the next three months somehow teaching, pastoring, and trying to understand what was happening. On Easter morning, three months to the day after my surgery, the anxiety went away. Just like that.

Over the next several years the anxiety and depression would come roaring back, seemingly out of the blue, and then disappear after a time. I battled it the best I could, but it was taking a toll on my wife and my colleagues at RH. I vividly recall one Saturday night, walking around in our backyard in the rain, sobbing and calling out to God for help. I had to preach the next day on brokenness and absolutely hated being the illustration. There were times when I simply wanted to run out of the church during our weekend services, rather than try to preach through this.

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Related Topics:BrokennessCrisisDepressionWeakness
Posted: January 21, 2014

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Deborah Ford

January 24, 2014  6:03pm

Thank you for your article. I have written this very one many times. I was a very self reliant, self sufficient college head coaches wife with 4 children who managed life well until it all fell apart. I was diagnosed with skitzo effective disorder and admitted to a mental hospital. It is amazing how I have never known of you but yet the lessons we have learned are so alike. I write on www.desperatedelight.blogspot.com. Blessings in weakness dear friend. I needed to be reminded again.

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Glen Halvorson MD

January 22, 2014  2:46pm

I heartily recommend you read Mike's book, The Jesus of Suburbia. Mike is a brilliant teacher and thinker with that rare trait of transparency in the pulpit and in person. We attended Rock Harbor for a brief time during our stay in Newport Beach and are grateful for his inspiring messages. I told Mike he is one of those influences that helped me transition from just a "Christian" physician to a Christ follower. God bless you Mike. Never give up (and get back in the gym!). Blessings, Dr H.

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Greg Hollifield

January 22, 2014  12:11pm

God bless you, Pastor Erre! I, too, have been confronted with many of my own weaknesses over the past ten years and learned time-after-time that His strength shines through most brilliantly when I'm too weak to contribute little more than a willing vessel through which He might work.

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