Curing Spiritual Schizophrenia Without Gospel ‘Happy Pills’

Box of Sun-Maid raisins

For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, “In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.” (Isaiah 30:15)

Paul Tripp identifies the disease  of Spiritual Schizophrenia well, but leaves us hanging in terms of a cure. He asks his diagnostic questions very probingly, “…Does the public persona of your faith live in harmony with the private realities of your life?” And he goes to list very convictingly common symptoms of this manner in which Christians fulfill some of the works of the flesh. But I would trace the onset of this serious spiritual sickness even earlier, finding its etiology  in a soul’s  sense of weariness or even restlessness towards the things of God. And so we cease to walk in the Spirit, and we begin to gratify the lusts of the flesh. (Galatians 5:16) Walking in the Spirit does not look like this:  that every duty — especially those hospitable acts  of charity so necessary in our daily lives with one another– seems stale and dreary.  Being past our shelf life should be every child of God’s first clue that something is wrong in their world.  Oswald Chambers says, “Being born again from above is a perennial, perpetual and eternal beginning; a freshness all the time in thinking and in talking and in living, the continual surprise of the life of God. Staleness is an indication of something out of joint with God”

But when you have offered your body as a living sacrifice, acceptable to God  — and it is your reasonable service in the light of Christ offering his at the Cross for your sins — then he has filled you to the brim with his Spirit, and so your soul has been renewed at the throne of God, causing all the world to seem green and golden, and love for our neighbor  is as  natural and unthinking as breathing is to us. Hospitality towards others becomes a way of life.

Today, for example, it was a thrill to make my husband’s sandwich for lunch—it was a treasure hunt in the fridge! Oh, look, some avocado here, and some garlic-roasted chicken there, (and I hate it) but he will really like this Swiss cheese! What a glorious mess the kitchen was, of balsamic vinegar splashed on the counter, and bits of lettuce, and pits and peels everywhere. And all for a little bitty sandwich. But I was so glad to serve my King, through pleasing one of His servants.

And when that servant of God served me by insisting I take the last of the yummy Trader Joe’s Jumbo Raisin Medley; when he took instead  regular old Sun Maid ones for his oatmeal–well, it very nearly brought me to tears. This kind of back and forth love, that is so satisfying when tasted in the community of believers, imitates the reciprocal love of the Trinity.  Grudem says of this kind of hospitable behavior,

“This attribute of  God shows that it is part of his nature to give of himself in order to bring about blessing or good for others. ..  This eternal love of the Father for the Son, the Son for the Father, and of both for the Holy Spirit makes heaven a world of love and joy because each person of the Trinity seeks to bring joy and happiness to the other two.”

I had met with my Father this morning, and though the time was brief, my soul was refreshed with his Word, his Son, I had got my soul happy in Jesus alone  and he had given me the hope I had so desperately sought from him the previous night. My heavy burden of affliction was lifted, and how easy and light the yoke is, when Jesus joins you in wearing it —  the carpenter who has lovingly crafted it with his own nail- scarred hands.

And when I find all the uses of this wondrous world He has created to be so weary, stale and flat, it is time for this unprofitable servant to repent, and be thankful for these afflictions and the trials He uses most profitably to conform me to the shape of his own Son.

How I cherish now those troubles that I used to chafe against– like the struggles with depression and anxiety — and  now I continually pray that God would not let me waste any hard thing that serves to draw me near to Him.   And though I never thought I would see His goodness in the land of the living back in my murmuring days, I see His goodness now, everyday–when repentance  is my daily way of life.  And this is what the first part of walking in the Spirit looks like: the returning to the Lord that the Bible describes as repentance.

My husband is an engineer who can talk with great authority about the manufacturing processes of Continuous Improvement. I am sorry to say he is married to an authority on Continuous Deterioration. Because of my pride there has been endless failure in my life, and endless falling on my face before the Lord. I will fall again. But God raises me up every time, and gives me a good measure of  his love, given back to me as I  return to him.  I have been pressed into him, and so all of his love can be pressed down, shaken together,  and so wonderfully spill out all  over–  all of the joy he commands me to pour into the laps of my family first, and then into the lives of the aliens and strangers he draws near to me.

This is the essence of the second part of walking in the Spirit: the ministry of hospitality. And here is my caution: if you are lacking entirely any of this trembling, sometimes even feeble outworking of the salvation you have received, if you are not adorning the Gospel with deeds of love, perhaps  you are merely taking in for yourself Gospel Happy Pills, and you should get another diagnosis. There should be serious concern if you are even alive in the Spirit, if there is no difference between your behavior and the behavior of those who are still dead in their sins.  Because this hospitality is nothing more than not hoarding the good things you have been given, but sharing them generously, and it looks something like this: walking the highways and byways with our Lord, and calling a welcome to the down-and-broken-hearted prodigal children of the world, inviting them back into God’s messy kitchens.

Because there is a God-given hunger  in every prodigal’s heart: someone to understand me, and love me the way I am! A longing for a warm, welcoming home that is like his heavenly Father’s, to belong to, and feast upon the Word, when he has come to his senses. What a wonder for a famished soul, when this kind of food is finally tasted. As Lewis says,”We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.” -C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

God made us visceral creatures, and we can’t comprehend these true things until we try them for ourselves. Psalm 34 invites us to, “Taste and see, the goodness of the Lord.” When we truly savor Him, we understand the falseness, and the vacuity of what we have been previously satisfied with. Like the emptiness of  purely emotional experiences, for example.

For my Charismatic friends, I want to emphasize that  Getting Happy in Jesus is not primarily about some overwhelming feelings, and it doesn’t have to happen through an impartation from some Outpouring brought from a faraway place, or by some prayer of a SuperApostle. That is what an ungrateful, prodigal son lusts after. Experiences.  But a Spirit filled life is best lived as a life of an  obedient slave to a loving Master.   It is found best in the monotonous daily dying to self, and living only for a loving father’s gracious will to be done. Do you, oh prodigal child, long for  some prosperity by going to those  far away preachers?  Proverbs says “A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed.”

Until we know we have worshiped our God in Spirit and Truth, and then gone out from His Throne room, with the Mary and Martha parts of our souls no longer a dichotomy, but one whole and startlingly beautiful creature, whose one resolve is to give our neighbors a delicious taste of His goodness too, then perhaps we should just be very still before the Lord. We are stale.  Let us cry out before Him to make the inward and the outward, the public and the private, not divided, but entirely of a whole.  Let us be like George Mueller, who entreated us:

I deliberately repeat, it is of supreme and paramount importance that you should seek above all things to have your souls truly happy in God Himself! Day by day seek to make this the most important business of your life. (Vol. 2, p. 731).

Find Jesus  in a quiet place, and then go out and find God’s orphans.

Living this way continually, being continually refreshed and continually happy in Jesus, you can go out confidently into  God’s messy kitchens  to make a hungry world some really good sandwiches. And you will find the cure for your own Spiritual Schizophrenia.

One Comment on “Curing Spiritual Schizophrenia Without Gospel ‘Happy Pills’”

  1. Karen Butler Says:

    Here is an interview with Braille, the artist featured above. Great testimony, how the pain of betrayal, drew him closer to Jesus.

    How being a single dad changed him: “I can’t explain all the ways it changed me, but the Lord used that unique scenario in my life to teach me deeper levels of patience, serving, and humility. It has been a very humbling experience but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

    More here:

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