Breaking free from our pasts and even present troubles seems so impossible. Unimaginable. Overwhelming.
Day after day, the pain hangs over us and hangs on us like a bad date. Annoying. Irritating. Inescapable.
One friend recently described this phenomenon of perpetual pain as “white noise.” The constant, mosquito-like buzz that just won’t go away.
Add to that the lonesome reality of our silo-like lives, and it’s enough to cause anyone to be in a funk. Discouraged. Disillusioned. Depressed.
Our “rugged individualism” has backfired, causing us to be strangely separate, sad and lonely individuals.
Nehemiah 4 offers a lot of hope. In particular, Nehemiah 4:19:
Then I said to the nobles, the officials and the rest of the people, “The work is extensive and spread out, and we are widely separated from each other along the wall. Wherever you hear the sound of the trumpet, join us there. Our God will fight for us!”
Indeed, as survivors of depression, abuse, death and whatever other tragedy, our recovery work is extensive. Our lives are too spread out. We struggle to spread the mortar of hope, and even if we succeed there, the mortar squishes out all over the place when we try to place a brick.
The last sentence of that Nehemiah verse is what catches my eye. We need to start sounding our trumpets of need. We need to start sounding trumpets for those who cannot or who are too weak or too scared to do it themselves.
Then God will come running. He’ll bring His troops to fight for us and help us build. Others will hear about the need and come help, too.
For only when we live our lives in a transparent, clarion call of truth can we join together to lighten each other’s loads and rebuild the walls . . . walls fortified with the redeeming love of Christ.
The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior—
from violent men you save me. I call to the LORD, who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies. –II Samuel 22:2-4