Thursday, November 6, 2025

The Gift of Loneliness

 

The Gift of Loneliness

I'm tired of all this – so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights on the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope. (Ps. 6:6-7)

Steve worked at a pharmacy, and his primary job was to deliver supplies to nursing homes in the area. An additional task, however, involved a short trip next door. Every four days he shouldered a large jug of water and carried it fifty or so feet to a building behind the pharmacy. The customer was an older woman, perhaps in her seventies, who lived alone in a dark, sparse and tarnished apartment. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling. The wallpaper was stained and peeling; the shades were drawn, and the room was shadowy. Steve would deliver the jug, receive the payment, thank the woman and leave.

Over the weeks he became more puzzled by her purchases. He learned that the woman had no other source of water. She relied on his delivery for four days’ worth of washing, bathing and drinking. Municipal water was cheaper; the city would have charged her $12.00 to $15.00 a month; her expense at the pharmacy added up to $50.00 a month. Why didn't she choose the less expensive source? The answer was in the delivery system. Sure, the city water cost less, but the city sent only water; they didn't send a person. She preferred to pay more and see a human being rather than pay less and see no one.

Could anyone be that lonely? It appears that David was. “Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.” (Ps. 25:16) “I'm tired of all this – so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights on the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope.” (Ps. 6:6-7) “When they were sick, I dressed in black; instead of eating, I prayed. My prayers were like lead in my gut, like I'd lost my best friend, my brother. I paced, distraught as a motherless child, hunched and heavyhearted. But when I was down they threw a party! All the nameless riffraff of the town came chanting insults about me. Like barbarians desecrating a shrine, they destroyed my reputation. YAHWEH, how long are you going to stand there doing nothing?” (Ps. 35:13-17) David knew the feeling of loneliness. And he knew it in his family, too.

He was one of Jesse’s eight sons. But when Samuel the prophet asked to see Jesse's boys, David was overlooked. The prophet counted and asked if there wasn't another child somewhere. Jesse snapped his fingers like he'd forgotten his keys. "I still have the youngest son. He’s out taking care of the sheep." (1 Sam. 16:11) Jesse's term for "youngest son" was not complimentary. He literally said, "I still have the runt." Some of you may have been the runt in your family. The runt is the one the others have to put up with and keep an eye on. And on this day the runt was left out. How would you feel if a family meeting were called and your name wasn't? Things didn't improve, even when he changed households.

His inclusion in the royal family was King Saul's idea. His exclusion from the royal family was Saul's idea, too. Had David not ducked, he would have been pinned to the wall by the spear of the jealous king. But David ducked. And David ran. For ten years. Into the wilderness he ran. Sleeping in caves and surviving on wild animals. He was hated and hunted like a jackal. David was no stranger to loneliness. And maybe you aren't either.

You've probably figured out that you don't have to be alone to feel lonely. Two thousand years ago, 250 million people populated the earth. Now, there are more than 8 billion. If loneliness could be cured by the presence of people then surely there should be less loneliness today. But loneliness lingers. In fact, a person can be surrounded by a church and still be lonely. Loneliness is not the absence of faces; it’s the absence of intimacy. Loneliness doesn't come from being alone; it comes from feeling alone. Feeling as if you’re facing death alone, facing disease alone or facing the future alone. Whether it strikes you in your bed at night or on your drive to the hospital, in the silence of an empty house or the noise of a crowded bar, loneliness is when you think, I feel so alone. Does anyone really care?

Loneliness shows up everywhere. It litters the floors of boardrooms and clubs. We drag it into parties and usually drag it back out. You'll spot loneliness near the desk of the over-worker, beside the table of the over-eater, and on the nightstand of the one-night stander. We'll try anything to unload our loneliness; it’s one bag we want to drop quickly. But should we? Should we be so quick to drop it? Rather than turning from our loneliness, what if we turned toward it? Could it be that loneliness is not a curse but a gift? Maybe even a gift from God?

It’s occurred to me that, maybe, loneliness is God's way of getting our attention. Here's what I mean. Suppose you borrow a friend's car. His radio doesn't work, but his MP3 with Bluetooth and WiFi does. So, you scroll through his collection, looking for your style of music – let’s say country-western. Nothing. Nothing but his style of music – let’s say 80’s pop. It's a long trip, and you can only talk to yourself for so long. So, eventually, you go to his playlist. You'd prefer some steel guitar, but you're stuck with Abba. Initially it's barely tolerable, but at least it fills the air. At first, you think it’s going to be your Waterloo and you’re getting ready to send out an S.O.S. But then Abba asks you to Take a Chance on Me, and the next thing you know you’re singing Mama Mia, and trying to find Fernando. "Hey, this isn't so bad," you think. Now, would you have made this discovery on your own? No. Abba? Not a chance.

So, what led to your discovery? What caused you to hear music you'd never heard before? Simple. You had no other choice; no other option. You had nowhere else to go. Finally, when the silence was too loud, you took a chance on some songs you'd never heard before. And that’s how God wants you to hear his music. He has a rhythm that will race your heart, and lyrics that will stir your tears. Do you want to journey to the stars? He can take you there. Do you want to lie down in peace? His music can soothe your soul. But first he's got to get rid of that country-western stuff. And so, he begins deleting the playlists – a friend turns away; the job goes bad; your spouse doesn't understand; the church is dull. One by one he removes the options until all you have left is … God. Would God do that? Absolutely. "The Lord disciplines those he loves." (Heb. 12:6)

If he must silence every voice, he will. He wants you to hear his music. He wants you to discover what David discovered and be able to say what David said: "You are with me." Yes, you, Lord, are in heaven. Yes, you rule the universe. Yes, you sit upon the stars and make your home in the deep. But yes, yes, yes, you are with me. The Lord is with me. The Creator is with me. Yahweh is with me. Moses proclaimed it: "What great nation has a god as near to them as the LORD our God is near to us." (Deut. 4:7) Paul announced it: "He is not far from each one of us." (Acts 17:27) And David discovered it: "You are with me." (Ps. 23:4)

Somewhere in the pasture, wilderness, or palace, David discovered that God was serious when he said: "I will not leave you." (Gen. 28:15) "I will . . . not forsake My people." (1 Kings 6:13) "The LORD will not abandon His people." (Ps. 94:14) "God . . . will never leave you nor forsake you." (Deut. 31:6) The discovery of David is the message of Scripture – the Lord is with us. And, since the Lord is near, everything is different. Everything. You may be facing death, but you aren't facing death alone; the Lord is with you. You may be facing unemployment, but you aren't facing unemployment alone; the Lord is with you. You may be facing marital struggles, but you aren't facing them alone; the Lord is with you. You may be facing debt, but you aren't facing debt alone; the Lord is with you. You are not alone.

Your family may turn against you, but God won't. Your friends may betray you, but God won't. You may feel alone in the wilderness, but you aren’t. He’s with you. And because he is, everything is different. You are different. You go from lonely to lovely. When you know God loves you, you won't be desperate for the love of others. You'll no longer be a hungry shopper at the market.

Have you ever gone to the grocery store on an empty stomach? You're a sitting duck. You buy everything you don't need. Doesn't matter if it’s good for you – you just want to fill your stomach. And when you're lonely, you do the same thing – pulling stuff off the shelf, not because you need it but because you’re hungry for love. Why do we do it? Because we fear facing life alone. For fear of not fitting in, we take the drugs. For fear of standing out, we wear the clothes. For fear of appearing small, we go into debt and buy the too-big-house. For fear of going unnoticed, we dress to seduce or impress. For fear of sleeping alone, we sleep with anyone. For fear of not being loved, we search for love in all the wrong places. According to a study conducted by Cigna, 46% of Americans report feeling sometimes or always alone, while only 53% say they have meaningful in-person social interactions on a daily basis. Researchers from BYU determined that the feeling of loneliness is as bad as smoking 15 cigarettes a day.

Contrary to how it may feel, however, loneliness is not a punishment from God or due to some personal fault. Consider the fact that after creating man God said, “It is not good that man should be alone.” And God said that even before the fall, meaning he created us with the capacity to feel lonely even at a time when the world was perfect in every way. The fact that loneliness existed before sin came into the world must mean that it’s okay if we experience it, and that it’s not necessarily the result of something bad. In other words, since the beginning, God created us with a void that only he can fill. And for good reason because if we weren’t created with that void, we wouldn’t sense anything was missing. Loneliness is a gift because it makes us recognize that we need God.

But all that changes when we discover God's perfect love since "perfect love casts out fear." (1 John 4:18) Loneliness. Could it be one of God's finest gifts? Maybe. If a season of solitude is his way of teaching you to hear his song, maybe it’s worth listening to His playlist.

Grace,

Randy

Thursday, October 23, 2025

Hope is Just a Look Away

 

Hope is Just a Look Away

Hope is Just a Look Away - Audio/Visual 

Jesus left the city and went to the Mount of Olives, as he often did, and his followers went with him. When he reached the place, he said to them, "Pray for strength against temptation." Then Jesus went about a stone's throw away from them. He kneeled down and prayed, "Father, if you are willing, take away this cup of suffering. But do what you want, not what I want." Then an angel from heaven appeared to him to strengthen him. Being full of pain, Jesus prayed even harder. His sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground. (Luke 22:39-44)

It’s a picture of Jesus that puzzles a lot of us. Maybe it’s because we've never seen his face quite like this before. Jesus smiling, yes; Jesus weeping, absolutely; Jesus stern, even that. But Jesus anguished? Cheeks streaked with tears? Face flooded in sweat? Rivulets of blood dripping from his chin? A face full of pain? An angel sent to the rescue? That’s not our usual picture of God’s son.

You remember the night, right? “Jesus went out to the Mount of Olives, as he often did, and his disciples went with him. When they got there, he told them, ‘Pray that you won’t be tested.’ Jesus walked on a little way before he knelt down and prayed, ‘Father, if you will, please don’t make me suffer by having me drink from this cup. But do what you want, and not what I want.’ Then an angel from heaven came to help him. Jesus was in great pain and prayed so sincerely that his sweat fell to the ground like drops of blood.” (Luke 22:39-44)

The Bible I carried as a child contained a picture of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. In that picture, Jesus’ face was soft and his hands calmly folded as he knelt beside a rock and prayed. Jesus seemed peaceful. But just one reading of the Gospels destroys that image of serenity. Mark says, "Jesus fell to the ground." (Mark 14:35) Matthew tells us that Jesus was "very sad and troubled . . . to the point of death." (Matt. 26:37-38) And according to Luke, Jesus was "full of pain." (Luke 22:44)

Equipped with those passages, how would you paint the Gethsemane scene now? Jesus flat on the ground? Face in the dirt? Extended hands gripping grass? Body rising and falling with sobs? Face as twisted as the olive trees that surrounded him? What do we do with that image of Jesus? Simple. We turn to it when we look the same way. We read it when we feel the same way. We ponder it when we feel afraid because isn't it possible that fear was one of the emotions that Jesus felt? You could even argue that fear was Jesus’ primary emotion. He saw something in the future so fierce, so foreboding that he begged for a change of plans. "Father, if you will, please don’t make me suffer." (Luke 22:42)

What causes you to pray that kind of prayer? Boarding an airplane? Facing a crowd? Public speaking? Taking a job? Taking a spouse? Driving on the freeway? The source of your fear may seem small to others, but to you it freezes your feet, makes your heart pound and blood rushes to your face. That's what happened to Jesus. He was so afraid that he bled. Doctors describe this condition as hematidrosis. It’s a documented medical condition where, because of severe anxiety, it causes the release of chemicals that break down the capillaries in the sweat glands. And when this occurs, sweat comes out tinged with blood. Jesus was more than anxious; he was afraid. For himself? For his disciples?

We don’t know for certain, but fear is worry's big brother. If worry is a burlap sack, then fear is a concrete trunk. It doesn’t budge. It’s remarkable that Jesus felt that kind of fear, but how gracious that he told us about it because we tend to do just the opposite. We gloss over our fears or cover them up. We keep our sweaty palms in our pockets, and our nausea and dry-mouth a secret. Not so with Jesus. We don’t see a mask of strength, but we do hear a request for it – for strength. Even an angel was sent. "Father, please don’t make me suffer." And the first one to hear Jesus’ fear was his Father.

He could have gone to his mother, of course, or confided in his disciples. He could have even assembled a prayer group. All of those responses would have been appropriate, but none of them were his priority. He went first to his Father. We, on the other hand, tend to go everywhere else first. First to the bar, or to the counselor, or to the self-help book, or to the friend next door or WebMD. Not Jesus. The first one to hear his fear was his Father. A millennium earlier David was urging the fear-filled to do the same: "I will fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4) How could David even make such a claim? Because he knew where to look. "You are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." (Id.) Rather than turning to the other sheep, David turned to the Shepherd. Rather than staring at the problems, he stared at the rod and the staff. And because he knew where to look, David was able to say, "I will fear no evil."

I had a friend who feared crowds. When surrounded by large groups his breath got short, panic surfaced, and he began to sweat like a sumo wrestler in a sauna. Fortunately, he received some rather curious help from one of our golfing friends. The two were at a movie theatre waiting their turn to enter when fear struck. The crowd closed in like a forest, and he wanted out. Our friend told him to take a few deep breaths and then helped manage the crisis by reminding him of the golf course. "When you’re hitting your ball out of the rough and you’re surrounded by trees, what do you do?" "I look for an opening," he responded. "You don't stare at the trees?" "Of course not. I find an opening and focus on hitting the ball through the opening." "Alright, then do the same in a crowd. When you feel that sense of panic, don't focus on the people; focus on the opening." Good counsel – both in golf and in life.

Rather than focusing on the fear, focus on the solution. That's what Jesus did. That's what David did. And that's what the writer of Hebrews urges us to do. "Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith." (Heb. 12:1-2) The writer of Hebrews was not a golfer, but it sounds like he was a jogger because he talks about a runner and a forerunner. The forerunner is Jesus, the "author and finisher of our faith." He is the author – Jesus wrote the book on salvation. And he’s the finisher – Jesus not only charted the map, but he also blazed the trail. He’s the forerunner, and we’re the runners. And, as runners, we’re urged to keep our eyes on Jesus.

I'm not much of a runner now, but I used to be. These days, more mornings than not, I just can’t seem to drag myself out of bed and onto the street. But when I did run, I didn’t run very fast. And compared to marathoners, I didn’t run very far either. I ran because I didn’t like cardiologists. I still don’t. So now I walk the dog instead – same prescription but at a slower pace. Truth be told, that’s not as frequent either. But aside from the shear boredom of running, I quit because my body groaned. It didn’t want to cooperate. My knees hurt. My hips got stiff. My ankles complained. One time, a passerby even laughed at my legs and that made my ego hurt. In other words, things hurt – all over.

And as things began to hurt, I knew I had three options. I could: (1) go home; (2) meditate on my hurts until I imagined I was having chest pains – cue the cardiologist; or (3) keep on running. At the time, my trail ran east which gave me a front-row seat for God's morning miracle. And as I watched God's world go from dark to golden, guess what? The same happened to my attitude. The pain passed and the joints loosened and, before I knew it, the run was half over, and life wasn’t half bad. Everything seemed to improve as I fixed my eyes on the sun. Thinking about it now, I’m not exactly sure why I quit. Maybe it was the move to a new community, older age, or maybe I just got lazy. But the lesson stuck: fix your eyes on the Son.

Wasn't that the counsel of the Hebrew epistle – “looking unto Jesus"? What was the focus of David? "You are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." How did Jesus endure the terror of the crucifixion, or his disciples being scattered? He went first to the Father with his fears. He modeled the words of Psalm 56:3: "When I am afraid, I put my trust in you." So do the same with yours. Don't avoid life's Gethsemane’s. Enter them but just don't enter them alone. And while you’re there, be honest. Pounding the ground is permitted. Tears are allowed. And if you sweat blood, you won't be the first. Do what Jesus did – open your heart and be specific. Jesus was.

"Take this cup," he prayed. Give God the number of the flight. Tell him the length of the speech. Share the details of the job transfer. He has plenty of time. He also has plenty of compassion. He doesn't think your fears are foolish or silly. He won't tell you to "buck up," or "get tough." He's been where you are. He knows how you feel, and he knows what you need. That's why we should punctuate our prayers like Jesus did – “If you’re willing . . . ." Was God willing when Jesus asked? Well, yes and no. God didn't take away the cross, but he took away the fear. God didn't still the storm, but he calmed the sailor. And who's to say he won't do the same for you? "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." (Phil. 4:6)

Don't measure the size of your mountain; talk to the One who can move it. Instead of carrying the world on your shoulders, talk to the One who holds the universe on his own. Hope is just a look away. So, what are you looking at? Your fears, or your Father?

Grace,

Randy