This is the final post in the series “God’s Love is the Greatest Love.” To read the previous post, click here.
For it is not an enemy who taunts me—
then I could bear it;
it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me—
then I could hide from him.
But it is you, a man, my equal,
my companion, my familiar friend.
We used to take sweet counsel together;
within God’s house we walked in the throng.
~ Psalm 55.12-14, ESV
Next to grief, betrayal is the most lingering pain.
Some betrayals—like adultery—stagger us in their severity. Others are “microbetrayals,” slowly poisoning a relationship until it is beyond healing.
We are a faithless society. The sense of duty has been drummed out of our collective conscious in favor of passion. Passion is fickle by nature. If we love only when we feel like loving, or act only when we feel like acting, then our relationships will never have any staying power. This is why divorce is rampant, patriotism is passé, and “organized religion” is repugnant. If we tie ourselves down too deeply, we will feel the pain too profoundly.
This is part 4 of the series “God’s love is the Greatest Love.” For the previous post, click here.
“But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Loneliness has a way of seeping into the soul uninvited, slowly sapping our stores of joy until a gaping emptiness remains. Loneliness assaults us in the dead of night or kicks us in the gut as we jostle our way through the madding crowd. It metastasizes through our hearts and minds, increasing our susceptibility to temptation.
“I just wish someone understood…”
“Not a single person has walked in my shoes.”
“I don’t have anyone to talk to…”
“Even my wife doesn’t get it…”
“Everyone I see on Facebook is out having a good time, but I don’t have any close friends.”
“Since my husband betrayed me, I can’t trust anyone ever again.”
“I don’t think God hears my prayers anymore…”
Do any of these phrases sound familiar? Have you ever felt misunderstood or forsaken? Continue reading