Just as there is no “average family,” there are no average singles. Each situation is unique, since men and women find themselves single, or choose to be single, for a variety of reasons. Many love their lives, and would not want things any different. Others long to belong.
Either way, effects of solitude are intensified when it is externally forced upon us. Just knowing we can’t do something heightens our desire. And then, when the familiar opportunities to be with others are gone, even a choice to live alone can feel like solitary confinement.
“How do you know?” It’s a fair question. I’ve never lived alone, and so I’ve never experienced these things myself. I’ve never been a tight rope walker, either, but that does not keep me from imagining his intensity and terror and courage, and even his relief after crossing.
Imagination is crucial in relationships. Love and empathy demand it. Paul tells us to bear one another’s burdens (Galatians 6:2), but then cautions that each bears a unique burden of responsibility. So we can and must hear and love others without completely understanding them.
Empathy and personal responsibility both are vital as we together walk with Jesus. Bearing and sharing require listening and caring, and that is a two-way street. It’s possible to wonder why someone didn’t reach out to me, when it may be that I had missed or refused his hand.
Expecting a list of things singles can do to cope with the quarantine? I’m sure they could instruct me. But it may please them to know they have not been forgotten, but rather are treasured and prayed for.
“Father, thank you for our singles, and the many ways they complete the Body of Christ. Bless them and grant them a clear awareness of your presence and pleasure. In the name of Jesus. Amen.”