Rarely a night goes by on tour where I do not have a conversation with someone who is wrestling through addiction, or depression, or life. I had a thought during one of these recent conversations that was helpful for me, and I thought it might be helpful for you. I don't want this to be a long post for you to read, or for me to write, so it won't be, but here was my thought:
To seek help in and through community, to talk to other human beings about what we wrestle through, and to want to - to need to - is not a reflection of weakness, but a way in which we rebel against the ultimacy of our culture's individualism by imaging ultimate Strength (i.e. - the Trinitarian Godhead in whose image we are made.)
To some of the people who end up talking to me about whatever it is we end up talking about after a show, I am the first person to know. I suppose that's an honor - one by which I'm equally encouraged and saddened by, because I hope that I will not be the last person to know. And there is always resistance when I push someone back toward his local community. Our culture shames our need for others. It shames our need for help. It shames the idea that we are anything but islands unto ourselves.
"Let us make man in our image..." And let us, as men and women, be encouraged by our opportunity to reflect that image - albeit broken and in need of great redemption - to one another, bearing one another's burdens, in love.
Let shame be despised where Christ left it.