Delight in Disorder: Ministry, Madness, Mission
By Tony Roberts
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Delight in Disorder: Ministry, Madness, Mission is the story of one pastor's battle with bipolar disorder. This spiritual memoir is a house of meditations where faith and mental illness co-exist, at times fueling each other to dangerous distortion, at times feeding each other to fruitful gain. Tony Roberts' narrative offers readers firm hope and clear assurance. It reveals divine delight found in emotional chaos, yet deals honestly with subjects such as parental neglect, psychotic breakdowns, a suicide attempt, and marital separation. The confessional approach speaks to people of faith as well as agnostics, even atheists who wrestle with mental illness in light of faith or in a spiritual vacuum. Roberts' spiritual analysis of delight in disorder is like the Apostle Paul on lithium. Or Sigmund Freud after finding Jesus.
Tony Roberts
Tony Roberts is a man with an unquiet mind who has a way with words. He served for two decades as pastor of churches in Illinois, Pennsylvania, Upstate New York, and Long Island. In 1995, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder after having apocalyptic psychotic delusions. By God’s grace and through much faithful support, he served another dozen years in full-time ministry.Many people with mental illness are angry at God, at believers in Jesus Christ, and at faith communities. People within churches struggle to understand mental illness in light of Biblical teaching. Tony has lived in both worlds and wrestles daily with the dual identity of being a Christian who has a serious mental illness.Tony’s mission is to bridge the distance between faith and mental illness — fostering faith among those with disorders and diagnoses and promoting compassion within the faith community. Sharing his spiritual memoir, Delight in Disorder: Ministry, Madness, Mission, is the first step toward thisHe is available for interviews and speaking events and can be reached through tony@awaywithwordsforyou.com
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Delight in Disorder - Tony Roberts
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there. (Psalm 139:7-8)
I had the good fortune and the awful burden of growing up in a family that taught me the fear of the LORD. Though this fear was not always healthy (or always faithful to Scripture), it did anchor me through rough waters and kept me growing in a love-relationship with God through Jesus Christ. Since before my birth, God has been busy pursuing me. I have strayed, yet I’ve always been kept within the range of God’s never-failing love.
We all experience ups and downs in life. But with bipolar disorder, my highs have been dangerously high and my lows critically low. At both extremes, I have flirted with death, coming very close to ending my life and doing great damage to those around me. Through miraculous mercy, God has kept me alive, saving me from certain destruction.
For over 30 years of my often reckless life, the Psalms have helped me maintain spiritual balance.
As a chaplain, I recited Psalms in community each morning during prayer service. In my quiet time, I’ve regularly read and reflected on the Psalms in writing. In weekly worship, Psalms shine through the hymns and praise songs I’ve selected and sung. On retreats, I’ve joined brothers and sisters in Christ as they’ve read the Psalms in prayer and over meals.
The title of this book is partially taken from a poem by Robert Herrick. It is not about God or bipolar disorder. Instead, it is about a dress. But more than a dress.
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction:
An erring lace which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher:
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly:
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat:
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility:
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part. ¹
There is a wild civility
to bipolar disorder that makes it deceptively desirable at times.
Before I was diagnosed with bipolar, I was mired in the darkness of despair, unable to accomplish anything, sleeping through the day and lying awake in bed at night. I was prescribed an anti-depressant which brought almost instantaneous relief.
Suddenly, I was able to wake up early, spend a tremendous deal of concentrated time in prayer and Scripture and write. Oh, could I write! I was divinely inspired (or so I thought). I wrote a book on prayer in little over a week, staying up late nights and waking up early in the mornings, leaving behind my wife and infant daughter so I could pursue the muse. It felt great. But it was awful. I was delightfully disordered.
The sweet disorder
of the dress Herrick describes is preferred over more precise art.
There is something incredibly alluring about the intensity experienced, particularly during manic phases of bipolar. Mania (or its more gentle sister hypomania
) can induce fits of creativity that seem (and may well be) tremendously productive. But there is a cost. There is truth in the tired cliché, What goes up, must come down.
More than this, when I have allowed myself to go up, I have often left important people behind.
Yet, there is genuine delight
to be found in bipolar disorder, and this is the story I most want to tell in this book. Delight is first an expression of God’s love for us.
[God] brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me. (Psalm 18:19)
Countless times, when I have been driven to the edge of a cliff, God has rescued me and set me on level ground. Why would God do this? Because God delights in me, even in my disorder.
Since God delights in us, we have a delightful duty
to share in God’s joy.
May those who delight in my vindication
shout for joy and gladness;
may they always say, "The Lord be exalted,
who delights in the well-being of his servant." (Psalm 35:27)
Of course, there are some disorderly occasions when delight seems humanly impossible, and even irresponsibly cruel. I write this just one week after 27-year old Matthew Warren, son of Rick Warren (author of the best-selling The Purpose-Driven Life) committed suicide. Now is not the time to delight, at least from a human perspective. The Bible tells us to mourn with those who mourn.
We grieve our loss in Matthew’s death, with the Warren family and all of his loved ones left behind.
Still, it is important, even essential to somehow come back to delight. As the Apostle Paul writes,
… give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. (1 Thessalonians 5:18)
We give thanks in all circumstances, not for all circumstances. Matthew’s death was a terrible tragedy. The suffering endured by countless people who battle mental illness daily (and sometimes lose the fight) is not something for which we should be grateful.
Yet, for their sake, for our own sake, for Christ’s sake, we can (and should) delight in the disorder—call on the presence of God when God seems absent, point to the light of Christ in the darkness, share in the Spirit of love when we feel most unloved.
A few words about the subtitle of the book—Ministry, Madness, Mission. The book was originally conceived as a series of devotions on Psalm verses, reflecting on living with this particular mental illness. An early working title was From Sheol to the Highest Heavens: 101 Devotions for People with Bipolar Disorder (and those who love them). As I worked through several drafts, I realized I needed to say more about my own journey – in faith as well as with a mental illness.
As part of a workshop on Writing Your Spiritual Autobiography,
I composed a narrative poem in ten parts (or seasons). This will serve as the framework
for the house
of my bipolar mind. It describes my call to ministry, my descent into madness, and ends at the point where my mission begins—to share my story of how God led me to delight in the midst of my disorder.
Finally, my purpose in writing this book is principally to give glory to God for bringing me through this crazy life no matter how much of a mess I make of it. I pray that the sometimes profane details of my life don’t cause you to stumble as you take the journey with me.
While I have written this devotional with an eye toward the millions who share my illness, my hope is that anyone who picks it up will find words of encouragement to delight in your disorder and meditate on the goodness of God in the land of the living.
Prelude: To Nineveh (and back)--
A Memoir of Faith and Madness
i. Out of Nineveh
When I was born, Nineveh was no longer the capital of an evil Assyrian empire.
It was a small town in the Midwest, straight out of Hoosiers.
With a mother seeking comfort, finding passing victory in Valium.
And a father consumed by work; entangled by emotions unexpressed.
Their friends put beer in my bottle and laughed
At the toddler toddling tipsy to the turf.
A picture in the school yearbook shows me at age three.
In the crowd at a basketball game,
Eyes riveted on the action; not reacting like others;
Searching for substance in the orange globe of a ball
As if God put it there.
Sports structured my days,
A soothing, sure escape.
Countless hours at the school playground
As Pistol Pete Maravich.
Each shot a last-second buzzer beater,
A ticket to immortality.
When my parents divorced,
I was made to choose where to live.
I chose Dad’s – where I could be free
To eat Braunsweiger and Nacho Cheese Doritos
Until I made myself sick.
Dad’s buddies came over to drink Budweiser,
One asked, Do you like playing with yourself?
I said, Sure.
He burst out laughing;
Spewing beer through his nose.
I moved in with Mom and Dan, my step-father.
He was an EMT and liked to carry guns.
We watched Emergency
during dinner.
Dan yelled at the TV, shouting instructions.
They argued a lot – Mom and Dan.
One day, their yells reached a feverous pitch
their arms were raised.
I was struck by the image of a gun.
I felt a sharp stab in my gut and yelled out.
Dan looked at me
And decided my appendix had burst.
He rode with me in an ambulance to the hospital.
They diagnosed it as gastritis.
I believe it was the finger of God.
I was driven to succeed in high school
In sports and studies.
My senior year I discovered girls,
Paula in particular.
To date her, I had to go to church,
Which I gladly did.
She wanted more than kisses and cuddling.
I wanted more than her body had to offer.
At eighteen, I was on top of the world
But knew it was not a steady place to stand.
I had mono when I gave the graduation speech.
I talked about the need for faith,
With a runny nose.
I recited the poem Richard Cory,
which begins,
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And ends…
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.²
ii. Higher Education
College was a place to experiment,
Mixing songs with sex, ideas with drugs.
The God I had come to know went up in smoke.
I replaced the living Word with words from lives
That thirsted for truths to absorb the Truth
And hungered for rights without Righteousness.
I wrote a book my senior year called,
Life (in obvious places)
Filled with family stories and ones I’d conceived.
At the end, a coquettish Claudia Matson asks the narrator,
Why don’t you write any love stories?
I don’t know any,
he replies.
I took a job at a plastics factory
And started going to a country church—
Grammar Presbyterian.
Filled with farmers and grandmothers
Who made room for me in my stained Salvation Army clothes
Smelling of smoke, looking for a God of substance.
Easter Sunday, on my way to church.
I saw a grey-haired woman in a tattered coat wandering.
I pulled over and tried to help.
She didn’t know where she was.
I didn’t know where to take her.
We were both lost.
I drove her to a church downtown.
Dressed in his Easter best, an usher gave her coffee and a muffin.
He sat with her and helped her find her way home.
I left the church in tears.
Finding strength to be weak in a community of grace.
I went to seminary to serve God with my mind,
Hoping my body and soul would follow.
In class we looked at the language of Scripture
And discussed how not to talk about God.
In my pastoral work, I found God:
in the joy of a boy who would never speak.
in the songs of prisoners longing for freedom.
in the tears of a man praying beside his dying wife’s bed.
I say I found God,
But really God found me,
I just didn’t run away.
I met Alice in the office of friends.
She was arguing with the phone company about a deposit.
She won.
I said to myself, I want her on my side.
Within six months, we were engaged.
We moved to a three-room row house in South St. Louis.
The heat was unbearable,
Steam rising from the asphalt.
We passionately loved and more passionately fought.
From this conjugal clash, a child was conceived.
We moved to the countryside,
And I became a pastor,
Shepherd of a frozen flock.
I delivered sermons on Sunday,
And took out the trash on Tuesdays.
Sarah Emily was born in early spring.
There was a chill in the air and ice on the roads,
But we barely noticed.
We brought her home to balloons and signs;
A Noah’s Ark nursery.
We made her first week a music video
with Sandi Patty singing,
You are a masterpiece
A new creation He has formed
And you’re as soft and fresh as a snowy winter morn.
And I’m so glad that