Part 1 of 2
By Pastor Dave
Sometimes I experience loneliness in my life. Sometimes sweet loneliness, sometimes a loneliness that is hard, deep, and persistent. Loneliness may be caused by several different reasons. It may be caused by the loss of a friend or loved one through death or a broken relationship. Sometimes it is caused by the cares of the world. Loneliness can happen when the odds seem to stack up against you or when you feel that no one seems to understand you, even the people that are closest to you. It could be your job, family, friends or just the weight of the curse. Personally, like Paul in Romans 7:14, 24 and 8:22 For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate that I do. Oh wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of death? For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together waiting for its deliverer.
I say this because these lonely times are sometimes prolonged and can be deep and strangely sweet. I have come to realize one part of the fabric of life. Although I want to run from the lonely times, like Jonah, or hide from them like Elijah under the juniper tree, I find myself beginning to embrace this loneliness. How strange. By embrace I mean one is longing for something better and a greater desire to appreciate the mountain top experiences of the past and the anticipation of future sweet experiences. Finally the great day will come as in Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
This loneliness seems to draw me closer to God in prayer and presence. I start out like the song “I’m Just a Poor Wayfaring Stranger” and end up in the songs “I’ve Come to the Garden”, “What a Friend We Have in Jesus”, and “Oh the Deep Deep Love of Jesus.” I start out lost and disenfranchised by the loneliness which is a derivative of these circumstances we call the hard times of life.
I hurt, I wonder, and if I choose not the path of bitterness, hatred, jealousy or retaliation but the pathway of brokenness and cry out to God, my path leads to the throne room of God where I stand alone before my maker. I stand alone at the lowest point of that particular loneliness. Sometimes for weeks or months or longer, my heart lingers there or revisits it often, while the rest of me attempts to continue living. Sometimes it comes quickly. Sometimes it comes as a metamorphous over a period of time but it always seems to be a process. It is hard to explain what happens to me while I am there in His presence but I will try. This journey starts when my thoughts turn to God.
To be continued ………………..