Finding hope with William Styron
In 1992 I had a clinical depression. It was a long time in coming, but in hindsight it was inevitable. I was the pastor of a struggling, urban church where the turnover rate was about 25 percent every fall. We did amazing things for a church our size, but we were dying. I came to this conclusion on a gray March afternoon while hunkered down in my study trying to write a sermon on the atonement.


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