I strongly disagree. People can gaslight themselves into thinking they’re happy alone if they want, but the truth is when they’re sitting on their death bed alone, assuming they even make it there and don’t just become an outline on their carpet until concerned neighbors contact authorities over the smell, tell me they didn‘t have any regrets.
Hi Jared,
I read your post before church this morning, and have been thinking and praying about it all day. I am not in any way trying to be contentious, but if I may, I would like to share some of the many thoughts your post made me think about.
I fully understand the description of dying alone with no one to care or notice until it's long past your due date. I'm very thankful you brought this up, because it's a heart-breaking reality that many singles fear.
Several years ago, after my husband had left and some church members told me I could never marry again, while one said she believed I'd be married again in two years, I hit rock bottom. I was more lost and confused than ever before in my life. I'd always had problems with depression, but this was a level beyond anything I'd ever experienced before.
I often feel that sometimes, Christianity seems to make marriage into The Golden Ticket, just like in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It's the brass ring, the champion trophy, the tenure of the Christian life. All You Have To Do Is Find Your Golden Ticket, And All Will Be Well. All your sexual feelings will be met and cured, you'll never be alone again, and you'll have a family to take care of you for the rest of your life. You're going to be surrounded by a circle of loving people at the end of your life, all crying and talking about how much they love you and will miss you, and how they can't wait to see you again in heaven, and they will adoringly close your eyes as you journey on from this life into the next, basking in a sea of love.
I would like to tell a story about Betting One's Life On Finding That Golden Ticket.
I used to talk about this more openly, but now feel God leads me to only share the basic details.
One Friday night, I was literally crying out to God that all hope was lost. I was 25 years old and felt that my one chance -- because Christianity only gives you one chance -- and I had just lost my Golden Ticket to Never Being Alone and Having All The Problems Brought On By Singleness solved. There would never be another, and at 25, I had to face the hard truth (because Christianity is full of hard truths,) that I would just have to cope with being alone for the rest of my life. At the time, I couldn't bear the though of living to, say, 95, and ALWAYS being alone.
I specifically mention Friday because I had it all planned out -- I was going to take my own life. I couldn't cope with the absolute empty despair I saw as my future. I couldn't bear to think about spending my life being around other people who had all found THEIR Golden Tickets, with me always by myself. After all, I was the only failure (divorce) in my family. I told God knew what the consequences were (according to my church, automatic ticket to hell,) but I could see no other way out, and I told Him I would fail living the rest of my life as a single anyway.
I didn't work that Saturday or Sunday, and I figured people would certainly raise eyebrows Monday (I never missed work unless I was near-death sick,) but no one would actually come looking for me until at least Tuesday... maybe not even until Wednesday.) This would give me "plenty of time." I planned to die on a Friday, allowing enough time would go by to ensure my "success," because many days would pass before anyone came to check.
A phone call from an old friend I hadn't talked to in 5 months, an hour and a half a way -- who was a self-proclaimed atheist (but we'd had many talks about God and religion) -- just "happened" to call me that day, at that specific time, just to catch up. When she realized what was going on, she quietly and discreetly called another friend of mine -- whom she didn't even know and had never spoken to, but she called him to check up on me -- and he just "happened" to live close enough to show up on my doorstep. He firmly (but gently, or I would have refused to budge,) insisted on taking me to seek help. (He later said he'd come with a hammer, just in case I refused to open the door. Let's just say, I am well-known to be a bit... stubborn. He was prepared to knock out a window and literally drag me out of the house if need be.)
I don't know how close I came to dying, as all my parents would tell me is that the doctors labeled my condition as "borderline."
God saved my life through someone who claimed to be an atheist. But I have no doubt He called her to make that phone call on that particular day, at that particular time. (Any sooner, I would have been able to hold it together and not mention anything; any later, and it might have been too late.)
I heard a church sermon a few months ago saying that it's estimated that within a few years, 60% of most churches will be singles. So let's add another statistic on top of that. If 40% of churches are married's, the harsh truth is that statistics also say 50% of those marriages might end in divorce.
I'm not good at statistics, but even I can figure out that this means the time is coming -- and soon -- when the majority of the church is going to be singles -- whether due to death, divorce, or just not being married. And I'm pretty sure most would agree with me that the church is completely unprepared for this.
A very wise CC friend (who has also been through the pain of divorce) and I have talked about the fact that for those of us who have been married, even if we have a Biblical reason, some people (including my friend and myself) might have to face that fact that it might not be God's will for us to marry again. For instance, I know my depression is one of the reasons my husband left, and the girl he chose had a much happier, less doom and gloom disposition (we all worked together, so I was familiar with her personality.)
One of the reasons I have been cautious about not jumping into anything is because I don't want to put the burden of my particular troubles on anyone else again (and of course, I have a fear that they would just leave anyway.)
If God is telling some people they need to remain single, for whatever reason, especially after a divorce, this certainly isn't a teaching that's going to go viral with popularity -- but it's the hard truth. And how many divorced people are going to be willing to be told they can't marry again? But for those whom it may apply and can obey, this means we are going to have a lot of people in the church who are going to have to let go of the dream of Finding The Golden Marriage Ticket and learn how to be single -- for the REST of their lives.
But if Marriage As The Goal... can no longer be the goal -- what else is there? This is the challenge many singles are going to have to find out.
I often think about Anna, who lived with her husband 7 years before he died, and she remained unmarried (whether by choice or by calling, only God knows for sure.) But one thing is very sure -- God chose her as one of the few human beings who was able to recognize, hold, and worship baby Jesus as He began His mission to save humanity.
I don't know what the answer is, but I do know there has to be other answers other than just "God Doesn't Want Anyone To Be Alone And We All Must Be Married"...
Because if not, there are going to be a whole lot of other people who already feel, or are going to be feeling exactly what I was feeling on that particular Friday night.
The very thought of it breaks my heart.
And I'm sure this must break God's heart as well.