|Knowing the Bible and correct doctrine, when combined with being a doer (not just a knower only) of the word,
will – no matter whether we live in the Old Testament or New Testament era – result in our living alone.
For example, prophets like Jeremiah were opposed by popular theologians like Hananiah;
King David was very lonely even though he was surrounded by God’s people;
and John the Baptist lived in the wilderness and died alone.
Heb 11:13,37,38: These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were
persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth...
They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they
wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented;
(Of whom the world was not worthy:) they wandered in deserts,
and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.
There Is A Mystery in Human Hearts
There is a mystery in human hearts,
And though we be encircled by a host
Of those who love us well and are beloved,
To every one of us, from time to time,
There comes a sense of utter loneliness.
Our dearest friend is stranger to our joy,
And cannot realize our bitterness.
“There is no one who really understands,
No one to enter into all I feel”;
Such is the cry of each of us in turn.
We wander in a solitary way;
No matter what or where our lot may be,
Each heart, mysterious even to itself,
Must live its inner life in solitude.
And would you know the reason why this is?
It is because the Lord desires our love,
In every heart He wishes to be first.
He therefore keeps the secret key Himself,
To open all its chambers and to bless
With perfect sympathy and holy peace,
Each solitary soul which comes to Him.
And when beneath some heavy cross you faint,
And say, “I cannot bear this load alone,”
You say the truth: God made it purposely
So heavy that you must return to Him.
The bitter grief which no one understands,
Conveys a secret message from the King,
Entreating you to come to Him again.
You cannot come too often or too near;
The God of mercy is infinite in grace.
His presence satisfies the longing soul,
And those who walk with Him from day to day
Can never have “a solitary way.”
He Maketh No Mistake
By A.M. Overton
My Father’s way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I’m glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way.
Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him;
He maketh no mistake.
There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim,
But come what may, I’ll simply trust,
And leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift,
And plain it all He’ll make.
Through all the way, though dark to me,
He maketh not one mistake.
By Grant Colfax Tullar
My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.