Tony Campolo, in his book, Wake up America, tells the story about Nancy who lived alone, had no friends, and hated her job. She was chronically depressed. She attempted to commit suicide by jumping out of the window of her apartment. Instead of killing herself, she became crippled from the waist down. While in the hospital, she had a life-changing experience with Jesus Christ.
When she was released from the hospital, she wanted to do something for Jesus but did not know what. Finally, she conceived a unique ministry she could do. She decided to run this ad in the personals section of the newspaper. “If you are lonely or have a problem, call me. I am in a wheelchair and seldom get out. We can share our problems with each other. Just call. I would love to talk.” As a result, at the time of the writing, she receives about 30 calls a week. She comforts and counsels these people over the phone. She is confined to her wheelchair, yet she found a way to minister to the lonely people of her community.
One of the saddest Scriptures in my estimation is Psalm 142:4 which says, Look on my right hand and see, for there is no one who acknowledges me; Refuge has failed me; No one cares for my soul. One of the frustrating aspects of our “Snowmageddon” for me was not being able to get out and about. I thought about those who are “shut-ins” and experiencing the loneliness of limited human interaction. When God brings someone to your mind, reach out and contact them. Are there those in our church family who wonder if anyone cares? I certainly hope not.
Devotedly yours,
Brother Tommy