When I was in college, our gospel choir sang You’ll Never Walk Alone by Rogers and Hammerstein. I’ve always loved the lyrics, because they remind me that no matter what I face, God is always with me (even though that’s really not what the song is about).
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet, silver sound of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll never walk alone.
This week I had the privilege of seeing the concept of never walking alone in action. It was amazing. Our pastor always calls our church “family,” because that’s what we are: family in Christ. I’ve always loved that, but it never meant more to me than it did this week. I saw with my own eyes how big the family of Christ truly is.
You see, on Wednesday of last week we heard about a horrible accident, involving someone we knew. Details aren’t important, and I won’t share them, because it’s not my story to tell. (I will mention, however, that the person involved in the accident is doing very well.)
Within minutes, I’m sure, that the first call for prayer went out for this young lady, posts began going up all over Facebook, asking people to pray. At first, the posts were from people who knew this young lady, Miss M., in person, as we did.
But then I watched in amazement as others, who didn’t know her, began to pray. As I went about my day, people who knew me, but not Miss M., would ask me how she was doing. I was encouraged just watching my current church family respond. But the prayer didn’t stop there.
I began seeing online friends sharing the prayer request – people I have never met, but who had heard about Miss M. through me. And after a couple of days, I was reading through Miss M.’s support page, and I saw a comment from someone who had found the page through one of my online friends. And I cried.
Why? Because I was overwhelmed by what it truly means to be a part of God’s family.
The family of Christ is not limited by biology. It’s not confined by geography. It transcends race, language, and political affiliation. It goes beyond who you know and extends to all who know Christ. That’s a lot of people. And when the family of Christ joins together to pray, watch out, because it is a force to be reckoned with.
I cannot imagine how pleased God must be when He sees His children united in calling on His name, rallying around a Christian brother or sister who needs a little help. When we are a part of God’s family, we truly are never alone.