Likely we have never understood the truth of solitude until now, in the Year of our Lord 2020. A season of enigmatic suffering, seclusion, fear. We hear stories of the elderly dying alone. There can be no funeral, just burial. We hear of refrigeration trucks being used as morgues to hold the bodies until they can be disposed of. Sadness and loneliness hover over the epicenter of our once untouchable city where literally thousands are dying—Alone. At least, we thought it was invincible— Our Savior considered that and more when He cried, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" (Matthew 27:46). It makes perfect sense that God had to turn His back on Jesus at the Cross, because a Holy God cannot look upon sin, and in those moments on the Cross, Jesus "became" sin for us that we might be made righteous through His shed Blood. In all of that, of course, the God-Man was—Alone. For He (God) hath made Him (Jesus)  to be sin for us,  Who knew no sin

“Calm thyself … rest thee, sit thee still and trust. God is working out the plan of thy life, thou canst not hurry Him; it will only expend the energy of thy soul to no purpose, if thou allowest its fever to consume thee… in His own time, the best time, ‘He shall give thee the desires of thy heart’ (Psalm 37:4).   F. B. Meyer’s words were published in 1910. You would think he was speaking to us right here and now.   Remember the song, “My Favorite Things”? I can soon be calmed and soothed with my favorite things, even in the bad times, like now, the age of War with The Silent Enemy. My friend, Bonnie, lives some twenty miles away in Greenville. We see each other about every six weeks, and we spend the greater part of the day having lunch and talking until there is no breath left within us. We can’t do that now, so we text and encourage with each other with Scripture and daily thoughts. We talk about politics and food! We have great advice! Too bad nobody is listening, for we