Just spent 20 minutes talking on the phone with a man I have never met who called up the pastor (me) of his father’s former church. He was emotional, drunk, broken, guilt ridden and longing, in the emptiness of all the choices that hollowed his life out, for a return to a more innocent time.
I was able to pray with him and give him my cell phone number. I gave him the name of a solid church in his area (about 60 miles away from here but closer to him). I invited him to sit down and have a cup of coffee when he passes through this area in the future and assured him that I would be praying for him.
It was a sad goodbye. He’s alone. He’s hurting. And the odds are good, that when he sobers up, he will think that his phone call (if he remembers it) was silly or pointless. But the message of Psalm 4 is otherwise.
For a reflection on the goodness of sober choices see: “Friday Night” Party Night.