I’ve heard it. I’ve said it.
I’ve heard it a lot lately. Different people from different walks of life.
Completey separated. Sharing the same struggles. It never fails to amaze me how different we can be and yet so much the same.
“Nothing I do is right. I cannot please anyone. I don’t even know what is right anymore. I’m just not sure God even hears my prayers.”
Been there? I have. And it’s a dark, lonely place to be. It’s the pit. Not “the pits”, as we say. But literally, the pit.
Our own hell on earth. And if we live long enough, we are all sure to fall in it at some point. For some unfortunate few, more than once in a lifetime. And for some it’s a daily hell.
Nobody knows. Nobody understands. Nobody can reach me.
I like it that way. Even if they could reach me, they wouldn’t have a rope strong enough or long enough to pull me out. I’ll just stay here. And die here.
That’s a a dangerous place to be. That’s a dangerous place to stay.
What others see as possible they see as impossible. What others see as “petty”, they see as earth shattering.
I made it out of my pit. Not alone. And not without a fight. But I made it out.
I know others who didn’t.
I don’t want to know anyone else or love anyone else who doesn’t make it out of the pit. I will not give up on them without a fight. And I’m just human.
There is One who will also not give up on you in the pit without a fight. His rope is always long enough. Always strong enough. He is always there. Even when nobody else is. He always knows what you are feeling. Because He has felt it too.
Rejection. Despair. Grief. Anguish. Betrayal. Denial. Abandonment.
When the entire weight of the worlds sins were heaped on his gasping, bloody body, His one source of Life and Strength and Wisdom left him. Left him to die alone.
What’s so good about that? How could God abandon his Son when He needed Him most?
He did it so you and I would never experience that. We would never be alone. We would never have to know the true weight of our sin because He became our sin. Through his death and his resurrection we don’t have to know death.
We may choose death. By denying the One who died so we don’t have to. But that’s our choice.
In turn, we can choose to live. We can choose to accept what’s been given for us.
We can take the rope handed to us and begin the dirty, hard, long and sometimes treacherous climb out of the pit. Towards the light.
We’ve been promised a way out. And God doesn’t lie. It’s impossible for God to lie. It’s not His nature. It’s our nature. Not His nature.
Remember that if you ever find yourself in the pit. Remind someone you know that is in the pit.
Our best doesn’t have to be good enough. Jesus’ best was good enough for all of us. And there is a way out. Into the Light.
Psalm 40:2 (NIV)
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
John 8:12 (ESV)
Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”