Since I was about 10, I’ve felt alone. In 4th grade, my parents moved in the middle of the school year. It’s always hard being the new kid; it’s way harder when you’re dropped into the middle of a year. I grew up being the nerdy kid – picked last for dodgeball, not having a set of close friends. Even after college, that sense of loneliness stuck with me – I was single through most of my 20s, and I still remember times when it seemed like everyone I knew had someone else they’d rather spend time with and I was home alone.

You might think that the story ends with, “And then I got married and lived happily ever after,” but of course that’s not true. Marriage doesn’t fix loneliness.

I bring up loneliness this morning because it’s one of the ongoing impacts of the pandemic. Over the last couple of years, we’ve experienced more than a day or a week of loneliness. A growing number of us feel lonely often or all the time. It can be crushing. Even for married folks. Even for a house full of kids. Even for introverts.

And let’s get this out of the way right away: I don’t have a cure for loneliness. I don’t have a magical way to end the pandemic and get everything back to normal. But what we do find today is an affirmation of God’s presence with us.

It’s an unequivocal announcement that God sees us in our isolation and pain and God is present with us in that. 

Join us Sunday as we encounter God’s solidarity with us.

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