No One Left: A Story on Humility

bigstock-Absolutely-empty-street-in-New-27564680The most startling thing about that first day was the silence.  No traffic, no motors, no phones, no music, no birds, not even the rustle of leaves.  Simply silence.  Well almost silence, my tinnitus was still there so at least I knew I was not deaf.

Another startling thing was that I was alone. I don’t mean alone as being the only only one in a room or alone as being virtually invisible in a crowd.  I mean alone.  No other living soul anywhere.  Being somewhat of a loner anyway this was not a huge bother.  There was absolutely no separation anxiety between me and the rest of humanity.  They didn’t need me, I didn’t need them.  Well, that is what I thought anyway.   My first realization that I did need them came quickly after I flipped the light switch. Nothing happened.  I quickly made the rounds of my little apartment and sure enough, nothing worked. No lights and no water.

I guess that my wish backfired a little.  You see the reason for the silence and the aloneness of my situation is this – a lamp, a genie, and you know the rest.  My wish?  To be the most important person in the world.  Since I was the only person in the world I guess you could say that I was also the most important person.  But its not exactly what I had in mind.

Instead of boring you with the survivalist activities that I had to resort to let me fast forward a bit.  I sort of lost track of time so I can’t tell you when the epiphany occurred.  I was searching a building for canned food when I stepped on a nail. In the “before the wish” world that would not have been a big deal, a little antiseptic, an up to date tetanus shot, and I would have been in clover.  But I had neither.  I wrapped the damaged foot and continued my search.  A few days later the burn set it.  I could barely walk, there was no way that I could do the ½ mile to the local clinic for medication.

I was stuck.  No neighbor to ask for help, nobody to call, no 911.  And now I couldn’t even rely on myself, so much for being the most important person.  Then a little song began to play in my mind, one that I hadn’t thought of or heard in years. Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so.  Little ones to Him belong they are weak but He is strong…. Was Jesus there? Could he hear me and know my need? You can blame what happened next on the fever but I know what happened.  I began to talk to God.  I told him about my foolishness, the futility and hopelessness of my situation.  I asked for his grace and mercy, for his forgiveness. I asked for him to undo my stupid wish.  At some point I drifted off to sleep.  When I woke the blessed noise had returned.

“Be gracious to me, O Lord, For to You I cry all day long.” (Psalm 86:3, NASB95)

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Dale lives in central Illinois with Betty, his wife of 37+ years. He has a theology degree from Oral Roberts University. Dale works full time as an IT director for a local school district. He sees his writing as a ministry and hopes that you were blessed, challenged, and inspired by this article and lambchow.com.
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