A very real dynamic in writing a book on suffering is that my heart hurts for so many who write me about their hopeless situations and deep pain. One recent comment is signed simply, Anonymous:
“I’ve read your book. I believe in Jesus. I’ve been depressed all my life. Sometimes I’m better, but usually I’m not. Right now, I’m not okay. I keep thinking about you saying that thinking about your grandson kept you from taking your life. But that’s not making a difference for me. Nothing’s making a difference for me. Not my family. Not my friends. Not God. I don’t know how to pray anymore. I just don’t care anymore. I’m old and tired and broken an unable to do or be anything for God. I’ve been fighting a long time and I’m weary. But perhaps there’s still a thin strand of hope somewhere.”
My Reply?
Are You?
Are you feeling “Anonymous” today? Draw near to the God who loves you and tell Him, “Ed says I’m special. Please help me believe that today.”
God bless you, Mr. or Mrs. Anonymous. And may His grace and mercy touch your life in ways that will remind you of His love and compassion for brokenhearted people just like you.


I hear things like this on a fairly regular basis and my reply is very similar to yours. It is heartbreaking that so many feel this way.