Feel Like No One Cares?
Have you ever been in a really morose mood and wondered, “Does anyone care?” Over the years I’ve thought about this question from time to time. When we assert darkly that “no one cares,” are we buying into a lie, or is it the truth?
Fact: in considering all the people I’ve ever known, the people I care about the most, often disappoint me the most. When I review my life, I see that every human being I’ve ever known has, well…in some way or another not been to me what I needed. No matter how small the lack—whether a personality difference (e.g. they talk too much or too little), or a move out of state, or an inability to get together because of a family crisis—there’s always something wanting. And I’m humbled and saddened to know that others also have their version of how I am “deficient” in relation to them.
Just because we often live with disappointment, does this mean that “no one cares?” Surely not. After all, I can bring up plenty of evidence of kindnesses people have lavished on me, kindnesses that I didn’t deserve or expect. Like that time my friend weeded my huge yard to help me prepare for my son’s graduation party. Or that time when another friend spent a whole day helping me unpack during an overwhelming move. Or the hours yet another friend listened and prayed with me during a season of grief, sacrificing time and emotional energy.
No, I think it’s obvious that people do care, but what is this “thing” that can make us feel like they don’t? Isn’t it that their caring falls far short of our needs sometimes? The more we hurt, the more acute our awareness of lack. And why is there lack? Because we go to beings limited by this fallen world and by their fallen state to fill our hearts.
I’ve heard many sermons where invariably the preacher will say that what matters is relationships, not activities or things. Yet can relationships ultimately satisfy our great soul hunger? Do not the deep moments of connection come far too seldom to meet our insatiable need? They are rare gifts the Lord grants now and then. A verse in the Gospels says that Jesus did not entrust his heart to them because He knew what was in man. We do well to follow His cue.
I have a feeling this is how it’s supposed to be. This deeper understanding of my need and the incapability of well-meaning people to meet it, again drives me into the arms of the only One who perfectly understands, knows, and loves me. He alone is where my heart will be fully at home, at peace and rest.
It is a blessing to loosen my heart once again from the things of earth, even the best things about this world—people.
Do people care? Yes, as best they can given their fallen state.
Better yet, Jesus cares.


