I am reminded of a tune from the Television show Hee Haw:

“Gloom, despair and agony on me.

Deep dark depression, excessive misery.

If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all.

Gloom, despair and agony on me.”

Gloom seems like a funeral pall cutting off the sun leaving perpetual darkness. Despair sucks our feet and souls into a bottomless swamp. We fear government, religion, others and even ourselves. We are too confused to see God’s healing Light and without choosing we choose gloom, despair and agony. Hope is a lost hope things can change for the better. Change is feared because we believe change is only to worse. We walk around already dead yet fighting to stay alive even in what is an existence of despair. The only escape for us is anger and hatred but in the end we sink back into despair. Anger and hatred burn out and we are left with charred ruins. The terrible becomes worse, the despair deepens and gloom is a heavier weight. We stumble through the dark even though we fear the dark. Day has become night and night has become a nightmare. Misery is accepted fearing worse will come. We have only existence fearing the change of death. Where is hope? Where is help? Where is there light?

4/17/2021

(This is not a statement from depression but comes from seeing around me the horror beyond a nightmare and growing into a day-mare. This is not new. It is the continuing fruit of the fall. Humanities fall and our personal fall.)

From my Grace Journal. It was suggested to start a Grace Journal as a reminder of our need not for agreement but grace to guide our relationships.