Why are depressed kids so grim and glum these days? Simple, says Tozer. They just don't TALK BACK TO THE DEVIL enough! You gotta, in today's decrepit world... when you’re besieged by misinformation, your interior psychological Daemon goes APE.
When I was twenty, chthonic forces captured me and catapulted me deep into a depressive pit. If I hadn't fought back, I mighta bin toast today. Like you did, too, kids? Yes, I know the feeling -
Being Positive in those days was way too lame-brained for me! So I’m singing from the same sheet of music. But there was light at the end of the tunnel...
Oh, but not for years after, so you’re not alone - but at least, I fell in love and captured the heart of the love of my life seven years later.
Keep going against all odds - keep banging your head with righteous anger against the cinder-block cell walls - and that will probably happen to you too.
Life works serendipitously.
But Tozer calls it grace. And that's the way I saw it too, three years later - after a futile attempt to furiously fend off a swarm of savage shark attacks with my pen-knife. The water was thick with my own red blossoming blood.
But Someone far greater than I died too, swimming in His own blood. He heard me when at last all hope expired within me. Through a guy named Robert Gauthier…
Robert was an open and affable co-worker at my next stop, managing supply in a small cell that was the fruit of my promotion that year, 1980.
Robert gave me the straight goods on the gospel.
And that day Grace serendipitously descended on me like a lively country brook in Spring time.
I was floored.
And that was the start of my new positive life in hope.
Don't diss it kids, till you've felt it! Keep fighting up till that day.
And who knows - I personally expect, that after that experience of grace -
You, too, will Talk BACK to the Devil.