There’s a risk when getting into someone else’s life story. To actually commit yourself to listening as they recount the paths they’ve taken, the dark corners in their lives where lurk wild things, the odd reasonings in their heads, and more. The risk happens at different levels. One risk is that if a person really tunes in to the tales of another’s life, as weird or dark or grief-filled as it may be, there’s a lot of commonality. ‘This person is very much like me, and I find myself thinking the same way they did.’ If you really listen, it can be eye-opening. Ashley Lande, author and writer in rural Kansas, takes a bold step by inviting you into her life story in her award-winning autobiographical narrative, “The Thing That Would Make Everything Okay Forever: Transcendence, Psychedelics, & Jesus Christ”. It’s in both paperback and Logos Digital formats. And it is a page-turning journey through a life looking for the thing that would make everything okay forever. Simply because of who I am, I found myself praying for the author, chapter after chapter. Lande takes readers on a trek through her kaleidoscopic existence where, as she admits, “I had ruined myself, almost on purpose, because I believed I could find something far better than God, whom I had never really known or bothered to seek” (22). The voyage includes sailing through many of her years on the chemical seas of mushrooms (psilocybin), acid, and LSD. It includes her youthful renunciation of God, diving into atheism, then moving over to an Americanized form of Buddhism and Hinduism all wrapped up in yoga, dietary rules and more. Along the way she introduces us to rocky relationships, marriage, motherhood, and death, to name a few. Inside every episode comes forth the author’s internal dialog and rationale, all of which seemed rock solid and sound at the moment, but later exposed itself as the self-delusion it was all along. And there is a raw honesty that fuels her life story. Such as, when she turned to her “pugilistic atheism” it was to prove to herself and everyone that there was no God, and then she observes that this is “a far easier absolution to make in youth, when life has been fairly charmed and everyone you love is still alive and your hubris can fill in the nicks and concavities where you’ve been humbled” (35). Or later in her young life, confronted by grace, she came to realize “I’d lived by rules. Rules were my god, Dietary rules, in particular, had held me captive during my pregnancy…I had found grace unacceptable…I clung to the ideas that all my efforts still conferred upon me at least some degree of superiority to the pedestrian folks…who’d never gone spelunking in the deepest caverns of the cosmos, who’d never luxuriated in obliterative light, like a flotsam on a sea of oceanic bliss…My hubris knew no bounds…” (184-185). And then, before a new day dawned in her life, she saw clearly that “Psychedelics (mushrooms, acid, LSD) made me believe I could have it all. Glory without submission. Transcendence without descent. Knowledge without trauma. Freedom without discipline. New life without death. It was all a lie” (263). As I mentioned earlier, I found myself praying for the author with each chapter. Lande’s life takes an unexpected turn; a slow, long-arched turn that finally brought her to find “The Thing That Would Make Everything Okay Forever,” but I’ll leave it for the readers to find out what, when, how, and who. Here is a work where one gets to sit and listen and walk with Lande down the paths she’s taken, around into the dark corners in her life where lurk wild things, and get drawn up into the odd reasonings and self-made mirages of the author’s fancies. If you are on a similar journey yourself, I recommend this book to you. Love it or not, if you’re honest, it will speak to you and grab your attention. But I also highly recommend this work to pastors and Christians of every stripe. It will be enlightening, frightening, encouraging, and enfolding. Thanks to Lexham Press for sending me the copy I requested and used in this evaluation. No demands were made. Thus, my review is freely made and freely given.

In the past two weeks I have sat down with, and listened to, three young men who are completely different. They have told me tales of how their inner voices have accused them, how their world has been consumed by feelings of doubt, dismay, and dread. Two have clinical diagnoses and the third doesn’t. But their internal stories that they have related to me have all voiced their obsession for vindicating themselves, fixing themselves, grasping for certitude, and more. They are haunted men, in some significant ways. “A Quiet Mind to Suffer With: Mental Illness, Trauma, and the Death of Christ” is the story of John Andrew Bryant, a caregiver, writer, and part-time street pastor in a small steel town outside Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, who has chronicled his plunge into mental illness and his gut-wrenching trek through the dark night of the soul in this 312-page paperback. As I read his tale, it struck me how similar – in all of the dissimilarities – these lives were. And I found that the author’s intention in this book could speak to all who have ears to hear. Bryant chronicles the story of his life as he spiraled deeper into the brokenness of his mind. He describes what he went through, how his own mind became his enemy, accusing him, pushing him, haunting him, misshaping his whole sense of himself and his world. How his internal posse hunted him down, damning him, and roping his body into being an accusatory ally. The time he spent in the psych ward, howling, having unwanted, wretched thoughts break in and ransack his mind and soul. “I experienced almost every normal thing in life as a profound threat to my sense of self…It was the thing in my head that got to say what was meaningful. It got first dibs on saying what things are. Always jumping to conclusions. The Siren. The Bully. The Accuser” (156-7). His story captured my heart, and I had to force myself to set the book down. The author swims in a different stream of the Christian faith than my stream, thus he found support in a few places that I wouldn’t want to recommend, such as the Icon of Lazarus being raised from the dead. Nevertheless, the gospel grounds his life, his treacherous and tortured life from one end of the book to the other. For example, “Our first priority is not to defeat sin but to behold the Christ who has defeated sin” (186). I read those words to one of the young men mentioned at the beginning, and the tears began to stream – down his face, and in my heart. Or in another place Bryant wrote, “What I have in Christ is the simple, painful renunciation of the urges created by my brain, the ability to say no to desires and compulsions that will not just go away. I wish it was more. But that is all it’s been: a foothold in the storm of thought and feeling” (17). Christ, a foothold in the storm of our roaring thoughts and raging feelings. My heart sang Hosanna and Gloria Patri more than once as I read. One of the powerful themes that subtly and slowly trickles its way through the story, is God’s severe mercy that is also a saving mercy. “When Mercy strikes, when Mercy burns, we think we are being destroyed, we think we are being humiliated and crushed, when what is happening is that we are being seen, we are becoming safe, we are being fed, we are being changed by Christ’s death and resurrection” (26). I think the author would agree that his whole tale is a tale of severe mercy turning him right side up and right side out. In fact, at the end of the book he writes, “The Lord had not committed Himself to my plans. He had committed Himself to my freedom” (291). And that freedom, that growing freedom, becomes heartwarmingly clear as Bryant comes to the place where he can get out of his head, and begins to love his wife, be an uncle to his nephews, and a son to his father and mother. My heart was full by the end of the book. What the author experienced is unique in its own rights. But in many ways, much more standard than we would like to admit, “we wounded, selfish people are such a mixture of pain and promise, of prophetic witness and self-deception, that we are uninterpretable to others and a deep mystery to ourselves” (55). Once in a blue moon I run across a work that touches me deeply. One that snags my emotions and grips my imagination. “A Quiet Mind to Suffer With” was such a book! This is a book for those who are in-and-out of mental illness. It will be a volume they can point to and say, “Those are my words! That’s what’s happening in here, in my head!” This is a book for those who have loved ones being walloped by various behavioral and mental disorders, to get a glimpse into their world so you can compassionately walk with them. But I found that “normal” Christians will want to enter Bryant’s story because you will hear the severe voices in your own head scrawled on these pages. You will know that you’re often asking for the same things, trapped into the same idolatrous dependence on yourself. And you will find that this man, who lives with mental illness, is preaching the gospel to you. The gospel that has pierced him and gotten hold of his life. And if you have ears to hear, you will find yourself being saved, not only from sin, Satan, death, and doom, but that you are being saved from yourself. I highly recommend the book.