I used to argue with my own sadness.
Not out loud.
In the interior courtroom where I spent most of my prayer life — I would cross-examine the feeling. Build a case against it. Present evidence for why it wasn't warranted, why it wasn't proportional, why a man who knew Romans 8:28 had no business sitting in this particular darkness.
I thought I was being disciplined.
What I was actually doing was abandoning myself.
"The mind that cannot feel is not a mind at peace.
It's a mind at war — and losing."
The Theology We Built for Emotional Avoidance
The church gave us excellent tools for this.
Not intentionally. But effectively.
We were taught that feelings are unreliable.
That the heart is deceitful above all things (Jeremiah 17:9) —
and so we stopped listening to it.
We developed an entire theological framework for emotional suppression and called it faith over feelings. We trained ourselves to override the interior signal with the external declaration. To say "I am healed" before we had processed what broke us. To shout "I am free" while the chains were still cutting into the wrists.
This isn't faith.
This is spiritual bypassing — and it has left a generation of theologically literate, emotionally illiterate believers sitting in pews, performing wholeness they have never experienced.
"You can be doctrinally correct and emotionally homeless.
And the gap between those two things will eat you alive."
What Jeremiah 17:9 Actually Says
Let's go back to that verse.
"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked. Who can know it?"
Notice what it doesn't say.
It doesn't say: therefore, ignore the heart.
It doesn't say: therefore, override the heart with doctrine.
The very next verse answers the question the verse poses: "I the Lord search the heart."
God searches it. Not avoids it. Not condemns it to irrelevance. He goes into the deceitful, desperate place — and examines it.
The invitation isn't to bypass your heart. The invitation is to bring your heart to the One who can search it honestly.
The African Church's Particular Silence
Let me be honest about my own cultural inheritance here.
The African home — and the African church that grew from it — was not built to nurture emotional intelligence. It was built for survival. For endurance. For getting through.
Crying was weakness.
Vulnerability was exposure.
Admitting struggle was ingratitude.
And the church reinforced it with language like: "Count it all joy." "Rejoice always." "In everything give thanks."
Verses that are true. But verses that were weaponized against the very grief they were meant to walk alongside.
"Scripture didn't tell you to skip the darkness.
It told you Who to bring into it."
What Emotional Intelligence Actually Is
There's a myth that emotionally intelligent people feel more than others.
That's not it.
Emotional intelligence isn't feeling more.
It's feeling accurately.
It's the capacity to:
- Name what you're feeling without being controlled by it
- Trace the feeling back to its source — not just its trigger
- Distinguish between the emotion and the interpretation of the emotion
- Respond from a grounded place rather than react from a flooded one
This is not secular psychology in conflict with Scripture.
This is the fruit of a transformed mind (Romans 12:2). This is what Paul was talking about when he described the peace that "guards your heart and your mind." Something can only guard your heart if your heart is actually present — not suppressed, not spiritualized, not argued out of existence.
"And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." — Philippians 4:7
The Moment I Stopped Winning the Argument
There was a season when I was walking through grief — the kind that didn't have a clean name. Not loss through death. Not the dramatic kind. The slow grief of things not becoming what you believed they would.
And I kept winning the argument against it.
"God is sovereign." Checkmate.
"His thoughts are higher." Argument dismissed.
"This is working for my good." Case closed.
But the grief didn't go anywhere. Because grief doesn't respond to arguments. It responds to presence.
The day I stopped arguing and just sat with it — brought it to the Lord not with a theological rebuttal but with a simple, "This hurts. I don't have the words. I just need you here" —
something shifted.
Not because the circumstance changed. Because I finally let myself be in it — and in doing so, finally let God into it.
"Jesus didn't rebuke the mourners at Lazarus's tomb.
He wept with them — and then raised the dead."
The Practise of Emotional Honesty
This isn't about wallowing.
It's not about making your feelings your identity. Or baptizing every emotion and calling it prophecy.
It's about developing an honest interior life — one that can bring what's actually happening inside to the One who heals it.
Some places to start:
- Name the feeling in your journal before you name it in your prayer. Get specific — not "I feel bad" but "I feel ashamed because I believed something and it didn't come true."
- Read the Psalms differently. Notice how often David says exactly what he feels before he pivots to theology. The psalms of lament are not failures of faith. They are the most honest prayers in all of Scripture.
- Ask your body where it's holding it. Trauma and grief often live in the shoulders, the jaw, the stomach — before they reach the mind. Somewhere between the feeling and the theology, the body knows.
- Find one person you can be honest with. Not to perform vulnerability. But because confession — real confession — requires a witness. We are not meant to carry the interior alone.
You are not weak for feeling this.
You are not faithless for not being able to think your way out of it.
You are not beyond the reach of a God who — before he did anything else at the tomb of Lazarus — stopped and wept.
Your feelings are not the enemy of your faith. They are the terrain your faith must walk through.