Some things about life suck.
This has nothing to do with my natural bent toward pessimism or my forgetting to take my depression medication.
It has everything to do with the Fall. (The event, not the season.)
When sin entered the world, it ruined stuff. And ever since then, stuff has had the propensity to suck. Deep, no? This sucking takes on two forms: 1) some stuff has bad components, and 2) some stuff is good, but it can never be as good as it was meant to be this side of Heaven.
The first kind of stuff is the clearly bad/evil stuff. I don’t have a hometown, but if I did, it would be Collierville, TN. And right now, there is a high school student there who was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. That cancer is BAD. There is nothing good about the cancer itself. That component of Trey’s health is an evil, destructive result of the Fall. And that sucks.
The second kind of stuff is the good stuff that can’t reach it’s fullest potential because we live post-Fall. Relationships come to mind. Relationships are generally good things – good things that can’t be best things because sin limits them. Dysfunction taints them. Conflict strains them. And a myriad of complicated reasons can limit them, even though the two people care about each other.
When I think about these kinds of effects of the Fall, I get sad. I am bummed that things can’t be as great as they were meant to be because of that crappy day in the Garden. I used the phrase “soul sick” to describe my feelings about these kinds of things today.
It’s not depression – no pill or talk therapy will change the fact that we live in a fallen world, stained with sin.
It’s not a matter of being more optimistic, trying to look at things differently so I don’t see the bad. The bad IS there – it’s not dependent on my outlook.
It’s soul sickness. It’s a weariness that comes from understanding what the world was supposed to be like and grieving the fact that it can no longer be that phenomenal, no matter how hard I try.
Some days it is hard for me to get past the reality of soul sickness. It is comforting to know that this reality is only for a limited time. Heaven gets closer every passing minute. And that will be the perfection I long for.
But the waiting isn’t easy.