I remember years ago sitting outside of a burger place and enjoying the sunset with my husband. Moments later, the wind carried over the conversation of two young women sitting a few feet away. With heavy sighs, they described their friend who was battling depression. Unfortunately, I could sense their annoyance as they recounted his unquestionable cries for help. I immediately felt nervous thinking of how I could interject myself into their back-and-forth. At the time, I was working with an organization that hosted events as well as an online community for those who were dealing with spiritual oppression and suicidal thoughts.
“That’s why I’m here!” I thought to myself. I happened to have the organization’s business card with me, so when the young women got up to leave I told them how I overheard them saying their friend was dealing with depression. With the business card extended their way, I added that there was a site he could go to for help. They quickly declined my offer because “No thank you. We don’t live out here.” I reminded them that it was an online community and they responded “That’s okay. We already have a church.” It was as if they couldn’t hear the words coming out of my mouth, and I was stunned that my efforts to help their friend had fallen on deaf ears. As they walked away, I felt angry and offended. I muttered under my breath “Wow, I’m glad I’m not your friend. Too bad for him.” Continue reading “Falling on Deaf Ears”