Big historically significant park in Yokohama

We had online conference meetings for our mission from Tuesday to Thursday last week. Usually an in-person conference is five days long and very social. Online is much harder, so our leaders urged us to spend time with missionaries who live closer to us on the days surrounding the online meetings. In that spirit, we had lunch with another family with teens last Sunday (27th) and then last Friday (2nd) I met two colleagues for a day at a park in Yokohama. 

At the end of a week of being stuck to screens, of straining to connect with others in a large group, connecting really fast in small groups, and processing all the other information being given to us, it was a relief to get outside and hang out in nature. Even the train trip was good. Yokohama is a fair way from us, but from our local station we can catch a direct train there. It takes a bit over an hour, but I got a seat at the very start, so it wasn't a hard journey. At the end of the day I had usual end-of-week fatigue, but a whole day of nature and talking for several hours in-person had rejuvenated my soul.

I didn't get to blog about it last week, though. I spent Saturday catching up on some urgent things I didn't get done on Friday and Sunday catching up on rest. So today, I'm catching up on the less urgent things, including this. Here are some photos, with commentary. This is a fascinating park! I love history, and this park has a few centuries of history attached to it. I'm thankful that there were lots of signs around explaining elements of the park, and they were all bilingual.

This park used to be, as many of these old parks were, a private property. It has about 20 buildings, many of which were brought to the park in the early 1900s by the then-owner of the park, Sankei, a successful Yokohama businessman (silk). Many of the buildings come from the Kansai area (around Nara/Kyoto). Though it used to be the family's private property, the "outer garden" was opened to the public for free from 1906 (we had to pay!).

This is the "Main Pond". Intuitively named! It is the first feature of the park that you come across when you come through the main entrance. Note the red spider lily flowers, late-summer early-autumn flowers that we're seeing a lot of at the moment.

A small bamboo "arbour" that was unlabelled.

This is the only building that we were allowed inside. It was designed for farmers, but is grander than what most farmers lived in.  It was large, but very dark and dusty inside this building. Not the warmest place to live in winter either!  

Pictured is part of an autumn-moon-viewing tradition, the purpose is to give thanks to the gods for a harvest (as best as I understand it).

This is the front of the same building. I'm not sure what was stored in the ceiling.

This fire is kept burning all day long. It was very smoky. I find it hard to imagine living in this house: with the smoke, dust, and draftiness!

This bridge had unusual "railings". Many of the structures in the park were damaged in the 1923 earthquake, rebuilt, then damaged again during WW2. Additionally, they've struggled with the flora. Several thousand plum trees were planted at one point, and destroyed by wind. Not to mention the proximity to the ocean, so salinity has also been an issue. It's quite remarkable how much work has gone into this park and understandable that it has been named an official cultural asset. The family gave the park to a foundation for its management and it was opened for the public again in 1958, this time the "inner garden" was also opened.

A bridge with a covered place to rest halfway across.

One of several water features.

This was our lunch view! Serene.

Beautifully manicured banks of the Main Pond.

This building was built in the mid-1500s at a temple in Kyoto, the same temple as the
three-story pagoda that you'll see if you stick with this blog post! This building housed

a Buddha statue. It was damaged by a typhoon after WW2 and disassembled.

In 1987 it was relocated to this garden. It is listed as an Important National Cultural Property. 

From under a wisteria trelllis, we spied a couple having pre-wedding photos taken.

And later we saw another couple doing the same thing (pre-wedding photos).

Cute gateway into the "inner" garden, where the family used to live in the early 1900s. Pictured are the two colleagues I spent the day with.

The garden is in a shallow valley, somehow all the noise from the nearby expressways, heavy industry, and closely built residential areas didn't penetrate the garden. The signs promised a view here, but though we could see the ocean, the foreground overwhelmed it. One of the original buildings on the property was built on this high vantage point (1887), presumably because of the seaside views at the time!

Lots of water features and bridges, as is typical in a Japanese garden.

This wooden pagoda was originally constructed in 1457 and moved to the garden from an 
abandoned temple in Kyoto in 1914. 

This little building fascinated me. It was moved to the garden in 1905, but was
originally build by a feudal lord (son of the first shogunate of the Edo period,
Ieyasu Tokugawa). It contains a stone monument to wish for his mother's
health and long life. In the foreground you can see thick moss.

It wasn't easy to take this photo. I discovered the dragonfly next to my leg and
tried not to move suddenly to startle it. I love seeing these insects.

In the Main Pond, they've anchored this wooden boat that the birds were enjoying. In the foreground you can see a big spot light. There were a number around. As the gardens shut by 5pm, I can only imagine these are for special nighttime events (the gardens can be hired for private events).

At this time of year there weren't many flowers around, but red spider lilies 
(and these rarer white versions) were looking brilliant. I love how they
randomly appear in the least likely places.

Well done for sticking around to the end of this post! A bit lengthy. But I enjoy the discipline of looking up some of the history to go with my photos when I do get to visit these historical sites in Japan. This nation has many many centuries of history. Of which I know only a tiny smidgen and have no hope of learning a large chunk. However, little tidbits every now and then is fascinating and gives a little more insight into this place I've lived most of my adult life.

You have stories no one can tell but you

On Tuesday I saw a short video by my son's English teacher. The wall behind him had lots of novels on shelves. I immediately felt at home as I watched it. My kind of classroom! And above the books were the words: "You have stories no one can tell but you." This reminds me of the message I heard from a speaker at a women's retreat back at the start of my writing journey over ten years ago. She too urged us to write our stories.

My son's English teacher briefly introduced what he'd be teaching his students in this coming school year. He said "we'll be finding ourselves in God's story and telling the part of it that only we can tell."

That resonates with me too. Each of us has a unique story, though there are common themes that we find when we share our stories with others. I am passionate about helping missionaries share their stories. I believe that by doing so, we will all be richer in our understanding of what mission work really is like (and therefore be better at supporting missionaries), as well as grow in our own walk with the Lord. 

This deep passion carries me through the various work I do: from editing a magazine for missionaries to managing our mission's social media content, from being on the editing team of a prayer booklet to communicating with our own supporters and on this blog. Even leading writing retreats and facilitating workshops that help missionaries prepare for home assignment.

These last ten days I've spent several hours with the Japan Harvest magazine team. Once a year we have a time of team building, evaluating the magazine, and planning for the future. Because we're geographically dispersed (several prefectures in Japan plus three other countries) it's difficult to get together. Usually some of us meet together physically and others join us via a video call, but this time we did it entirely online. It worked very well, though I missed the informal opportunities to interact around the edges of the meeting.

I love getting together with this team because they also are passionate about what we do. Not just about the skills that they bring to the table, but about the bigger picture of the magazine. Our mission is to encourage, inspire, and equip people who serve Japanese people (specifically members of the organisation that publishes the magazine). I can say that the volunteers who make up our team are passionate about this—that's what makes this magazine better than just average (in my opinion), and makes working on the team a joy to me.

I've come to see that what I do is a rather unusual endeavour for a missionary. If I'd come to the field saying that I wanted to be involved in helping missionaries publish their stories, I would probably have found a quite different path. If you say that, then people immediately think "books" and "publishing companies". Certainly, trying to explain to someone what I do and why in under a minute is hard.

Missionaries have a challenging and ongoing demand on them to explain what we do to people who've never experienced living outside of their home country—our lives are not as private as they would be if we were not in full-time ministry. But I think David and I are saved, in a way, by one of us in our marriage doing a more easily recognisable (and easy-to-remember) role: teaching missionary kids. That's how we're most often identified. And in general I'm okay with that.

Celebrating our wedding anniversary on Sunday.

I am very happy with the direction God has led me in and the continuing opportunities he has brought for me to pursue. Amazed, actually, at where I began and where I am now! And indeed, I've got some stories to tell, and hope that I can keep on telling them.

But I'm wondering if it's a little odd to look at some of the things my boys are studying and wish I could be a fly on the wall, learning from their teachers too! There's another class that one of my guys is taking that I'd love to audit (about Japan).

Big camping goal

We started camping back in 2011 because we wanted to see more of Japan (on a missionary's budget). Back in 2017 I wrote a post that showed, using a jigsaw puzzle, how many prefectures we've visited (either driven through, or stayed a night) And just to clarify: a prefecture is like a state, and—aside from Hokkaido, which is bigger tham Tasmania—they're a lot smaller than Australian states! So it's been an informal goal for some time, but recently I've found myself saying, "We want to camp in every prefecture before we retire." Someone asked me this week how many prefectures we've already camped in, and I wasn't sure. 

So I took some time to figure it out. I think it's 14, so we've got a fair way to go to get all 47 in before we retire (granted, we've theoretically got more than 15 years left). Given we camped in five of these in a single two-week trip, we can probably manage to knock a few off fairly quickly in a summer "camping tour". For example, one trip to Shikoku Island (the smallest of Japan's four main islands, which is roughly one quarter of the size of Tasmania) and we'd be able to visit the four prefectures on the island fairly quickly. Japan doesn't seem so large when you realise that we come from a country that is about 20 times larger and hence the prefectures are a lot smaller than our states.

These are the prefectures we've camped in, some of them multiple times: Hokkaido, Akita, Niigata, Ishikawa, Tochigi, Nagano, Saitama, Tokyo, Chiba, Kanagawa, Yamanashi, Aichi, Shiga, and Wakayama. (Pictured below)

These are the prefectures we've camped in (we've stayed in several others, but not in tents).

One hard aspect about this year has been how difficult it's been to plan. I had a conversation about this just yesterday. I'm supposed to be helping run a two-week onsite workshop in January. But it's really hard to know if that's going to be able to go ahead in its usual format. How much do you plan, and risk wasting a lot of time? When do you make the call?

Starting school this last month is another example. Usually we would be able to count on certain events happening: like inter-school competitions, camps, bazaars, etc. But this year we simply haven't. A week or so ago I realised that we've got a four-day weekend next month (teachers have good holidays, but there's not much choice about when you take them). October is a beautiful time to camp in this part of the world, so we're working on a plan for that. We're aiming to visit a prefecture that we've missed up till now, but really isn't that far away: Gunma. Nothing set in concrete yet, but you'll hear about it! 

Red arrow is where we live. Purple arrow points to Gunma Prefecture. Not quite
sure how we've missed camping there!

Camping, and planning for camping, are good ways for David and I to stay mentally and emotionally healthy. I'm so excited that there's one more chance before winter clamps its bone-chilling hand on the remainder of our year.

Fear of being too much

This week it feels like we've turned a corner here. On Monday the boys finally went back to school on a usual timetable. Things feels a lot more like what we considered normal in February. I've got the house to myself again from 8.30 to 4 or later on school days! I know that is not normal for many people in cross-cultural ministry, or indeed in this current season with many people still working from home, or schools operating in a hybrid fashion. But it feels good to be returning to what our family is used to working with.

On Monday I also travelled across Tokyo for the first time on trains to a meeting at our Japan headquarters. That's the first time I've done that since early March. I was thankful that the meeting started later, so I didn't have to battle peak-hour trains and had a seat on five out of the six trains I rode on. It made the journey less stressful.

Then yesterday I went out to have coffee with a friend I haven't seen for months. I didn't have to tell anyone where I was going, or be back by a certain time. It felt free-ing.

That's not to say that everything is the same as it was in February. Every time we go out we're wearing masks. And we're still having Zoom meetings for many things. This week I had a mission small-group on Zoom as well as a parents' prayer meeting for school.

This time of year we're usually going to cross-country meets every Saturday. It's not happening this year.  I'm rejoicing that I've got sleep-ins every Saturday, but missing the interaction with other parents that these meets often provide. And these are not the only events in the coming months—where there usually are opportunities for building relationships—that have been cancelled, or radically changed.

The start of a cross-country race.

September is often when I have a second wave of grief at the losses that happened in June when the school year ended. When school starts up again, I realise that life isn't quite the same as it was. There are people missing, "empty chairs" in my life.

So it's been good to connect with two or three friends who are around, but with whom I haven't invested much time in getting to know, usually because they don't live close. It takes intentionality to get to know people who you don't see regularly, especially people who look very busy. But I've also realised of late that I have a nagging voice that warns me not to overwhelm others. A fear of "being too much" in conversation and friendship. That can make it hard to venture out to push a friendship beyond "occasional contact".

Do you ever feel this way? 

I'm not sure why I feel this way. 

Maybe a deep-seated memory from childhood of being overwhelming to others when I got over-excited. As I child I probably didn't care so much, but now I am much more sensitive to making others feel overwhelmed and therefore turning them off.

Or perhaps it is just coming to the surface now when it's pretty common in my house to be told by my teenage boys that I talk too much (they wouldn't believe they are echoing what my primary teachers repeatedly said of me...). Of course that's been exacerbated in our house over the last months when my non-family outlets have been reduced. I was once asked by a female teammate of my son, how I coped living in a house full of guys. Simple: I have girlfriends! Though it hasn't been so simple of late, has it?

Of course it's never all about me. It has a lot to do with the other person too—what their personality is, what their situation is like, etc. I know, for example, that I live in a household dominated by introverted males who aren't into talking about feelings. In this house I can easily overwhelm everyone with too many words or emotions, so I tend to pack them away and then unsuspecting others I encounter can cop the overflow later.

I love raw, authentic conversation, but I know that that is something that makes some/many others uncomfortable. I also value that authenticity reciprocated, so I ask questions that helps me understand what it's like to walk in your shoes. That too can make people uncomfortable.

But perhaps I'm indulging in too much introspection!

Anyway, this week, after a particularly emotional time at our small group, I ventured to ask a friend if I could text her more often. I even expressed my concern that I might overwhelm her, and she assured me that that wasn't the case. Ah—that was a balm to my heart.

It's hard to keep making the effort to build up friendships when you've had others torn away. That effort gets harder as we get older. And, as I've said many times before, living outside of one's own culture, the turnover rate of friendship is much higher.

That being said, I was also able to drop in on an old friend yesterday: my best Japanese friend. I was passing within 50 metres of her stationery shop, so I popped in. We go back to 2006 when we had children in the same kindergarten class (and I had a one-year old!). It is good to have local friends who stay put!

If you have read all the way to here, thank you! My blog is a safe place for me to process my thoughts, and to put a lot of words and know that if someone is feeling overwhelmed, they can easily click away! 

Trusting God when life is hard

A disclaimer here to start: my life isn't that hard at the moment, and it has never really been majorly hard! (Not in the ballpark of an unfaithful spouse or death of a close family member.) Probably the biggest thing hanging over us at the moment is that our boys are at the age where we're wondering about their futures and wondering how they'll get from where they are to fully functioning adults in the next few years. Sometimes that causes me to want to pull my hair out, and I commented to a friend just this week that sometimes it's hard to "count it all joy".

Nevertheless, it has been good to ponder this topic again recently. I think it is a topic that we try to avoid, so that when trouble does hit it catches us by surprise. So it is good to think on it, and examine our hearts closely.

I mentioned last week that I'd been reading When God's Ways Make No Sense, by Dr. Larry Crabb. It's really another book about suffering—about how we tend to think about God when we hit rough times.

I like the way Crabb writes: he's honest, much more soul-wrenchingly honest than most writers! Plus, he writes clearly, for the layperson, not the theologian. He states upfront that he's not theologically trained himself, but he obviously works hard to understand scripture and what theologians say about it. So I didn't find his book hard to read at all (which is quite a feat in light of the challenging topic), in fact if anything it bordered on repetitive at times.

But I didn't set out to write a book review on the book, rather to reflect on the theme. Crabb says there are three main ways that "Christians" respond to hardship: like Jonah, like Saul pre-Paul days, and like Habakkuk. That is, run away from God when trouble strikes, believe a counterfeit gospel, or tremble and trust.

With something of a shock, I realised that though I struggle at times to feel at peace with my faith in God amidst the troubles around me, I have not ever tended towards running from God, or distorting the gospel. I'm not boasting here. God put me in a family where I grew up in a church that didn't shy away from hard truths, I grew up in a family that valued reading the Bible. So it is God's gracious work in me from a very early age that means I am what I am. 

From an early age I understood that the Christian life involved trouble. As I read the book it jarred me to realise that many don't understand or believe this, even those who aren't so obviously into Prosperity theology. God never guarantees that life will be easy this side of heaven. He never guarantees blessings that will make life more comfortable, or to protect us from what we fear. He doesn't give blessings as a result of my good behaviour or that if I pray a lot (or get lots of people to pray with me about something) he'll answer in the way I want. He also doesn't seek my advice about what a good result would be in a situation, and go about making it happen.

And I'm starting to feel very dubious about writing about this topic at all, after-all, I'm no theologian either. As I've pondered this topic, it's occurred to me that even if I'm not dramatically rebelling against God in this matter, I certainly am guilty of thinking wrongly at times. So many of our "Christian ways" are potentially tainted by these thoughts, e.g., some of the songs we love to listen to, the fervent praying we engage in for present-day blessings.

But basically, the conclusion I've come to in my life (and Crabb agrees) is that I'm "too small of brain" to comprehend the ways of God. Actually God says this too:  

Have you not known? Have you not heard? 

The Lord is the everlasting God, 

the Creator of the ends of the earth. 

He does not faint or grow weary; 

his understanding is unsearchable. (Isaiah 40:28 ESV)

I've not thought specifically about the word "unsearchable" in that verse before. In the days of the Internet and search engines, the word "search" is more common than it was pre-computer days. But the word "unsearchable" is not such a common word. The thesaurus lists as its synonyms words like "inscrutable", "mysterious", and "enigmatic".

And indeed this is the impression you get of God as you read the Bible carefully.

After God spoke to Job (recorded in Job 40-41), Job said this: 

Then Job answered the Lord and said:

“I know that you can do all things,
    and that no purpose of yours can be thwarted.

‘Who is this that hides counsel without knowledge?’
Therefore I have uttered what I did not understand,
    things too wonderful for me, which I did not know. (Job 42:1-3)

Paul agrees: "Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways!" (Romans 11:33 ESV)

And one of my long-time favourite Psalms 139 starts this way:

O Lord, you have searched me and known me!

You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
    you discern my thoughts from afar.

You search out my path and my lying down
    and are acquainted with all my ways.

Even before a word is on my tongue,
    behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.

You hem me in, behind and before,
    and lay your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
    it is high; I cannot attain it.

For further pondering, see Ecclesiastes 8:14-17.

So ultimately, I think that I would do well if I could follow the wisdom of Proverbs 3:5: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding" (ESV). Easy to say, not so easy to live by every moment of the day and in every thought.

We are to tremble at problems that might not be solved the way we'd like them to, and at the same time "trust that all is well. [God's] good story is on-track." (Crabb, p 229) Because God "cannot and will not allow true disciples to be satisfied with less than the depths of His holy love. Suffering is inevitable in order to combat premature contentment with a comfortably blessed life. God can and will do a good work in us that empowers us to patiently endure life's difficulties. He does not prevent as we wait eagerly for the eternity of perfect joy He promised." (Crabb, p 228 and 229)

This is a bit of rambling post that I actually tremble to hit the "Publish" button on. But it's been pressing on my heart, so my hope is that these rag-tag thoughts might be a help to someone else.

Seizing the day in the park

On Wednesday we finished the Autumn issue of Japan Harvest magazine, several days before September, the theoretical start of Autumn (according to some). I saw in my Facebook memories today that five years ago we were packing the Spring issue this week—wow, we've made progress in efficiency in those intervening years! (Five years ago we were still recovering from me taking a year off managing the magazine to go on home assignment, and had a designer who was trying to fit the magazine around a full-time job.)

Finishing each magazine is a milestone worth celebrating, and it frequently means I get a tiny bit of breathing space before the next thing begins. This week I really needed that. School started on-campus for our boys for the first time in nearly six-months last Thursday, but due to COVID-19, they've had a slow start (only half days till Sept 7). There have been sudden announcements and changes in what we expected of the school-start as we've progressed through the week, including more distance learning for one. So, I've been cooling my heels as I long to get my family-free office hours back.

That all came at the end of a stressful month. The first eight working days after coming back from holidays on August 3rd were frenetic as I caught up on the previous two weeks. 

It's been the usual August weather—crazy hot and humid—so our sleep hasn't been the best and for the first time in six months we've been getting up at 6am to get David to work on time, so we've been extra tired. 

Additionally, I've had interactions with several people I usually work with that have been more fraught than usual. I put it down to the stress of living in the midst of a slow-moving, and not-yet-ended disaster. 

Then I've had email problems that have come to a head on the weekend when my magazine email address stopped working. (The problem with email is that you don't know if it has arrived.)

So, on Wednesday afternoon, as I looked at what I needed to get done in the next few days, I realised that I had time to take a morning at the park. Unfortunately it didn't cool down as much this week as I'd hoped (we had a cooler day on Sunday and I hoped that would continue, but it hasn't). So instead of riding to the usual park, I took a couple of trains (only 15 mins on trains) to a different park for the morning.

I've never been to this park on my own, and I've not been there for a couple of years at least. We went there many times with the boys when they were younger, as well as with smaller and larger groups of people. There is a big playground that was great for getting rid of energy. It also has an aeroplane museum that was a great place to go when the boys were younger and we needed "out" on an inclement day. I even lost a child in this park one time...he's now at uni in Australia, so he was found, eventually!

It's called Kōkūkoen or Tokorozawa Aviation Memorial Park. Wikipedia says, "The park is built on the former site of Tokorozawa Airfield, Japan's first airfield, which was opened on April 1, 1911. Japan's first plane, the Kaishiki biplane No.1, made its first flight at Tokorozawa on October 13, 1911."

Though only 30/32C, the humidity was high (in the 70% range), so I quickly found a spot to sit. This was part of my view. Disconcertingly, it was close to a running track (you can see it in the photos). So I watched people actually running in the hot, humid conditions!

Below was my view from my seat above. Beautiful mowed lawns.

This small lake is quite pretty in spring and autumn, not so much in late summer.

The park has two or three long, straight roads like this (no external traffic on them). I'm guessing they are former runways.

No idea what this is, but they were pretty much the only flowers in the whole park.

Wisteria in the summer is a wonderful shade plant. These have amazing, twisted trunks, revealing they aren't youngsters. (In the background is part of the museum.)

One of the things I did while sitting, was read a recent book by Larry Crabb. It's given me much food for thought that will probably make its way into another blog post soon.

I'm thankful for a job that is flexible and with low accountability. I have no one closely looking over my shoulder. This suits me very well. It means I can run into difficulty if I'm slack, but generally it works out okay as I'm one of those people who repeatedly had "conscientious" on my report cards at school. I've learned to "seize the day" when slower periods like the latter half of this week happen along. If I don't they will slip away, and I might not get another chance for several weeks!

Do you get free-er moments sometimes in your week/month? How do you deal with them? Do you have a go-to activity?

Broken minds: learning more about mental illness

I read a lot, but I don't enjoy writing book reviews. However, I think this book needs to be shared. It was one of several non-fiction reads I picked for my summer reading and I'm so glad I did.

I didn't grow up with mental illness close by, indeed, I actively avoided this area as a young allied health professional, because I didn't understand it or feel comfortable with it. But, as a middle-aged adult, without my bidding, mental illness has come much closer to my life, but I am still an observer. It is a bewildering and challenging subject and, while I've learned more about it in recently years, there is still much I don't know. I’ve struggled to write about this area, in part because I’m protecting the identity of people I know and love, but also because I know I don’t know a lot about this topic.

This book has been a very helpful way of learning more. It is a great balance of personal story and information. The bonus is that it is written by a Christian couple who have intimate experience with major mental illness (as sufferers as well as a professional). But the book is written with the express purpose of addressing some of the concerns of the Christians about mental health and how it should be viewed and treated.

I am thankful that my family has been spared the worst of Christian viewpoints on this matter, but still, reading this book has been enlightening. As an Australian I come at it from a somewhat different angle to an American. There are many more American Christians than Australian Christians and, Americans have in the past generally been more willing, as a culture, to accept psychology and counselling than in Australia. (That’s changing as Australian become more open to counselling and psychological care.) Therefore, in most of Australia there is a paucity of Christians who are professional counsellors or psychiatrists. Yet, we have been advised in the past by Christians to only seek the counsel of Christian professionals in this area. This hasn't always been helpful advice—we've experienced both bad and good Christian mental health professionals. And we've also received good help from non-Christian professionals. 

The authors highlight how differently we treat non-brain disorders, and repeatedly ask us to consider whether that is a legitimate divide. Do I only go to a Christian doctor for my asthma? In my thinking about the people close to me who struggle with mental illness, I’ve had to remind myself that there is a legitimate biological problem. This is not something that they are choosing, it isn’t something they can will themselves out of. It has been great to see how medication helps, but also realize that medication isn’t a magic pill that makes everything normal again.

The book focuses in on biological depression (as opposed to depression that is caused by challenging circumstances and often resolved through counselling alone), however the authors do touch on other types of mental illness.

Here are some of my highlights from the book:

• understanding better how biological depression affects someone
• helpful explanations about medication
• a historical explanation of how mental illness has been viewed and treated over the centuries
• an explanation of three main schools of thought in Christian circles (sadly none of them 100% helpful)
• an examination of people from the Bible and history who may (or may not) have had varying levels of mental illness

I was even comforted by the admission of one of the authors that she has avoided the companionship of those who can't accept that mental illness is a medical condition. This is a challenging enough issue to live with, without unhelpful comments from other people. I’ve had limited exposure to such attitudes, but have no desire to expand that exposure!

I think most of us know someone these days who has been diagnosed with a mental illness. Do them, and yourself, a favour and learn a little more about this poorly understood area. This book would be a good starting point.