This is for all the Lonely People

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don’t give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky

This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don’t give up until you drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try

Well, I’m on my way
Yes, I’m back to stay
Well, I’m on my way back home
“Hit it, Jerry”

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don’t give up until you drink from the silver cup
She’ll never take you down or never give you up
You’ll never know until you try”


I hope this post encourages somebody today. Even if it were to light up the horizon for just one person, I should consider it to have accomplished its purpose..

This one then is for the lonely people – yes for those who’ve been thinking that life has passed them by..

Perhaps one of the most poignant words ever uttered are the words “too late”. In them meet many turbulent currents of emotion – regret, bitterness, guilt, sadness, hopelessness, brokenness, frustration, anger, despair- it’s all in there. .

It reminds me of a day long ago when I stood gawking at the rear- end of a train I was supposed to be on. I’d joined my husband for a short stint in Norway and we’d paid through our pockets for a weekend getaway with friends in Sweden. It’d snowed heavily that day and despite skidding and sliding our way to the train station (never..never wear sneakers when you’re trying to run on ice!!), we missed the train. It was a very, very expensive miss…

That’s the thing about missed opportunities… they’re often costly. But yet that’s not the only reason they fill our hearts with this aching loneliness. The hardest thing about ‘missing the bus’ is to be reminded (daily) of those who didn’t, those who unlike you arrived at all of life’s milestones at the predictable and socially appropriate timelines! ‘Too lates’ have a way of making you feel like the clumsy outsider, the social neanderthal you were not prepared to be..And that is probably the most painful part of the deal.

My own story is a saga of ‘too lates’. I didn’t get married at the right time or get to be a mom at the right time or come upon purpose at the right time..And now it would seem that it’s taken several hard knocks to wake me up to some fundamental truths about myself and life that I wish I’d known decades earlier. And I ask myself whether it’s too little… too late?

In several respects at age fifty I feel like I’m starting over. What keeps my shoulders from sagging is the memory of a man whose life never fails to renew my hope in the restorative power of God.

My favourite pic of my Dad

Dad started his life in his mid fifties. He was academically brilliant – Gold Medallist from the then Madras University and one of the few at the time who was offered a full paid scholarship to MIT. With a start like that, the world could’ve been his oyster, but like me, he had some deeply wired fatal flaws. Destructive patterns of behaviour wrecked his choices time and time again and at the end of what many would call the most productive years of his life, he found himself without money, without opportunity, without honour, reputation or security ..and almost without family.

How Dad’s life turned around is nothing short of a bonafide miracle and that’s a story to be told at another time! What I do want to emphasize here is that it did! My Dad (and this is what I loved most about him) had an almost childlike optimism. In his mid fifties, he picked up the broken pieces of his life and began to dream again – not from a place of boldness or courage but from a certain crazy innocence that somehow remained untainted by all he’d been through. Dad was a ‘late bloomer’ if ever there was one – and bloom he did : ) He died a week short of his eightieth birthday – a content man who’d found a reason to live.

So if today finds you as one of them lonely people who thinks that life has passed you by, all I want to say to you is…don’t give up…”until you drink from the silver cup and light that highway in the sky…” You see, there’s a positive side to a day being like a thousand years in the sight of God. On the one hand it means that the wait can seem long. But on the other hand it also implies that with God a thousand years can be made up in a day! And for those of us caught on the wrong foot by time, that should give us tremendous, tremendous hope!

God’s restoration cares little for socially acceptable timelines! Sarah and Abraham became parents at an age when they should’ve been grandparents twice over, Moses spent forty years in no-man’s land before his purpose found him and our own Lord Jesus was called home by his Father at age thirty-three – at the very prime of His life! We’re in good company : )

I don’t know if you’re reading this at the start or the end of your day but would you allow me to sing you this song to cheer you on today..and spur you onto tomorrow?

4 thoughts on “This is for all the Lonely People”

  1. I felt so happy to see that lovely picture of your father . He was probably in his mid fifties when i first met him . My memories of him from those days were of a quiet man at peace with himself . Since he was a chemical engineer, during my early years at work, we would often have work related conversations at which time the depth of his knowledge, originality in his thinking and boundlessness in his optimism were all quite evident

    If the universal purpose of the human experience is to forge a return to innocence, his was a life lived well

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