Here’s the story – all-too-common – of one of John Mark Ministries’
clients. His identity is being kept confidential at this stage. If
you’re a pastor and identify with his loneliness, why not respond with
your story, and I’ll forward it to him? If you’re not a pastor, why not
forward/copy this to one you know?
Rowland Croucher.
I am lonely.
There. I admit it. It’s not an easy thing to admit that I am
lonely. After all, I am a man. Men are never to admit they are lonely.
Not only am I a man but I am a minister. Ministers of congregations
which love them are never to admit they are lonely. But not only am I a
man and a minister but a husband of a beautiful wife. Husbands whose
wives love them unconditionally, communicate openly and with whom a
harsh word is seldom spoken are never to admit they are lonely.
But I am lonely. And I have been lonely for a long time. But I
have learned to do what most men do with their loneliness. I pushed
that loneliness down into the deepest, darkest basement of my life. I
locked that loneliness there and agreed never to admit again that I was
lonely. And to cover the screams from that deepest cellar I did what men
have done for centuries. I not only told myself and my world that I was
not lonely, but I gave myself to other things which would cover up my
loneliness.
First of all, I gave myself completely to my work. As a man, I
could rationalise the need to "bring home the bacon" as a
truly honest way to cover up my loneliness. As a pastor, what better
way to spend my life but to give it for my God and His Church? The
louder my loneliness screamed the more I dived into the ministry.
Secondly, I gave myself to sports. I loved to run. I loved to
cycle. These became my best friends as I learned to be able to push my
body to its limit. I was thrilled to accomplish things of which my
peers only dreamed. Loneliness didn’t have a chance to be noticed in my
life.
Thirdly, in order to suppress my loneliness, I gave myself to
anything which built my ego. I found areas of life in which I was able
to find success. I bought a home. I built a home. I played golf. I
mastered computers. I bought cars. These "things" were to
keep my loneliness quiet.
If you would have told me I was lonely, I would have laughed at you.
If I would have told others I was lonely, they would have laughed at
me. But then came my "midlife" and the "crisis"
which accompanied it. And it was as if someone had found the key to
that hidden basement dungeon and released my loneliness. My work no
longer satisfied me. My physical body was letting my ego down. My
projects, no matter how glamorous, did not mute my loneliness. My
spiritual life dried like a fallen leaf. The loneliness I hid for so
many years was winning the battle. I was succumbing to a force I felt I
could no longer control.
Then I tried one last effort to stem the flow of this great swelling
river of loneliness. On the internet I found a friend. Through a
commonly used chat-line I found someone who accepted for who I was. I
found a person who encouraged me through my inner turmoil of loneliness.
I discovered another human being outside my family who actually cared
for me. I was captured by her interest in me. Friendly chats soon
turned to long intimate conversations; which turned to telephone calls;
then to meeting personally; and finally to a sexual encounter. But the
joy of finding this supposed soulmate and relief from my loneliness
turned to despair as the guilt of facing the consequences of my sin were
encountered. I realised my loneliness was still alive.
I chose to repent and to return to my wife and to my family to
restore my relationship with them. And, thankfully, they have accepted
me back unconditionally.
But the story does not end here. Unfortunately, I am still lonely.
The loneliness from which I ran and from which I sought relief is still
with me. But now there is a difference. With the recent help of a
caring counsellor I have come to realise several things about my
loneliness.
First, I have come to understand that I am not alone in my struggle.
Many men before me have tried to suppress their loneliness in many of
the same ways I did. The mechanisms I used to cover up my loneliness
were not new ones. The sin which I committed was not that unusual. I
take great consolation in the fact that other men are experiencing what
I am facing.
Secondly, I have learned that my struggle with loneliness had a
cause which stemmed back into my early days. As a child, I had several
basic needs. I had the need for touch and acceptance by both my mother
and father. As a young boy, I had a need to communicate with and
receive encouragement from my father. One of my greatest needs was to
be initiated into manhood by my father. This initiation would ready me
and steady me for my life as an adult. Not unlike many other men, these
needs were never fulfilled in my childhood and adolescent years. I have
lived my entire adult life yearning to be fulfilled but looking in the
wrong places for such fulfilment and constantly covering the loneliness
and emptiness which resulted.
Thirdly, I have great hope because now, though I am experiencing
loneliness, I have a strategy in place to resolve this life-long
problem. I know that I must reconcile my relationship with my father. I
am conscious of my need for a mentor who will help me to sort out many
of the related family issues. But above all else, I am aware of my need
for deep friendship relationships with other men who yearn for what I am
seeking. It will be these friendships that will cause the loneliness to
dissipate.
What are the characteristics of such powerful friendships? These
male relationships are characterised by accountability, encouragement
and freedom to explore issues of life without condemnation. Men today
need to know that other men will be willing to ask tough questions at
appropriate times. Men today need male friends who will love them
unconditionally. Men today need to be able to communicate inner
feelings without being judged by their fellow-man.
Yes, presently, I am lonely. Yes, I have failed in my own meagre
and sinful attempts to deal with my loneliness. But with the help of my
God, my wife and family and others who are seeking my best interest, I
believe that the loneliness I now experience will be something which
will be put in my past.
This entry speaks to my heart and soul. I don’t know if I’ve ever read anything like this before, but in some ways it reads like a screenplay of my life, though I’m a meager 33 years of age.