Every year on March 17th, the occasion is marked by the color green adorning various festivities.

Depression can feel like a thick fog that settles into the soul—dulling joy, slowing the body, and turning even ordinary tasks into heavy burdens. It can distort time so that tomorrow feels unreachable and yesterday feels like another life. Some who suffer depression also feel a second wound: guilt for being sad, shame for not “having enough faith,” or fear that they are failing God because they cannot simply snap out of it. But the Church must say clearly what Christ Himself

There are seasons when the Christian life feels like coarse winter soil—hard beneath the surface, quiet above it. We pray, we wait, we repent, we hope, and yet we wonder if anything is happening at all. Into that weary, waiting heart the Lord speaks with the steady confidence of heaven: “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth… so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty…” (Isaiah 55:1