Lonely in a Crowd

Seen by God. Drawn to others.

Isaiah 58 is thought provoking

If you don’t know whether you are coming or going when it comes to the topic of fasting Isaiah 58 is thought provoking. Prophet Isaiah can be a bit imposing, you don’t mess with him. When you turn the page to chapter 58 it doesn’t come swinging with accusation. It doesn’t – that’s just the way that you chose to read it. It draws and engages you with understanding. The tone is not one of disappointment but of invitation. God is not piling on pressure. He knows, more than we do, the quiet weight people carry. The unspoken fatigue. The hidden grief. The daily grind, anxiety about wars and rumours of wars, demands that leave little or barely any room for one more thing. He sees it all, and yet, He speaks these words in love and grace. Not to burden, but to radically awaken something deeper in us.

“Is not this the fast that I choose…”

Freedom That Finds You

It’s not a to-do list. It’s a reminder that God has not called us to perform or role-play for Him, but to walk with Him – alongside Him, to join Him. And right there – in our real, weary, overloaded lives, He speaks of freedom. Not only for others, but for us too. There’s wisdom in this because partnering with God to lift the yoke from another’s shoulders has a subtle and undeniable way of loosening the grip of heaviness on our own.

Sometimes we can feel like we have nothing left to give. And realistically perhaps, some days, we just don’t. Or so it seems. But this isn’t a call to work harder or sacrifice more to prove ourselves. It’s a holy nudge. Not a big one. You can easily overlook it; if you choose to. It’s a gentle prompting that the Spirit of God moves in us and through us, mostly in small, almost unnoticed ways – to bring relief, dignity, and hope to those around us.

Small Acts. Eternal Weight.

He speaks unambiguously of breaking yokes, sharing bread, opening doors; Simple things. Human things. Things that, on their own, may seem so insignificant, but joined with His heart, they carry eternal weight, meaning, purposefulness. The table you set. The lift you give. The kindness you offer when you’re already stretched thin. These are not lesser acts. They are holy. And God is in them. And your Father who sees in secret …

The Ache Behind the Noise

And here’s something we don’t often say out loud, the elephant in the room – God knows how lonely we can be. Even surrounded by people. Even with the constant stream of social-media connection, entertainment, messages, and images. There’s still that dull ache. That subtle emptiness. That longing to be seen, really seen. But here’s the mystery: as we move toward the overlooked and the forgotten, our own distance begins to fade. That inner isolation loosens. The very act of reaching out becomes a remedy to our ache, a thread that pulls us back into the fabric of community. It’s not a transaction – it’s therapeutic and inclusive healing, flowing both ways.

He’s not looking for the spectacular. He can do that Himself by the bucket load. He’s not asking us to solve every crisis. He’s calling us to see again. To notice. To respond, not out of guilt or pressure, but out of the mercy we ourselves have received. Because we know what it’s like to be covered. Fed. Found. We’ve been lifted, carried, forgiven. And that grace doesn’t just end with us. It flows outward, quietly, like refreshing, pure living water in a dry place.

And here’s the wonder of it all, God is not standing far off, handing out instructions. He is present. Active. Leading. He partners with us – not as taskmaster, but as Father. As Friend. As the One who goes before and walks alongside. He gives what we need. He strengthens tired hands. He fills empty hearts. He multiplies the little we have. This is us at our best, in the hands of God being just who He always is.

So if these words stir something in you, don’t rush to do more. Let them remind you who God is. Let them call you not to burden, but to beauty. The beauty of a shared life. A healed world. A gospel that moves with compassion. And a God who never asks of us what He hasn’t already done Himself.

This Is the Fast

When He says, “Is not this the fast that I choose?”—He’s not demanding. He’s inviting. Inviting us to see again. To walk with Him. To love with Him. Isaiah’s words come not as a whip but as a lure of grace. So we’ll remember what God wants for us, not just from us. That we might be a people who carry light into shadows. That we might be a blessing, not because we have much, but because we know the One who gives freely. Noticing others and seeing how we can be like Jesus to them.

The fast God chooses still speaks today. It looks like showing up. Sharing what we have. Making room. Speaking up when others are silenced. Covering what shame has exposed. And refusing to look away when it’s easier to stay comfortable.

It’s where grace takes shape—formed in us, lived through us, made real. This is the kind of life He blesses. Not heavy. Not showy. Just faithful. And free.

Hungering for God

So that you can be satisfied

a loaf of bread with a slice cut out

I read the Beatitudes recently. It’s easy to become over-familiar with them but they are Jesus’ Kingdom manifesto, and they are going to be with us forever. There’s a proverbs-like assertion in there that doesn’t land gently. It doesn’t warm you up. It doesn’t leave you with any ambiguity. Wriggle room. It’s an arrow that pierces that off-limits part of the heart unexpectedly. Like standing on a garden rake hidden in the long grass – it comes up with a shock.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.” (Matthew 5:6)

It commands our attention, but what’s important or relevant about it? Before it, Jesus names those who lack. The poor in spirit. The ones who mourn. The meek. People who’ve stopped pretending they’re fine. He isn’t commending them for their posture. He’s putting his finger on something; naming their condition. Then, He sharpens the edge. Hunger. Thirst. Not curiosity, preference or mild interest. Need.

And need is never abstract.

You have experienced hunger. It’s not a metaphor when your stomach is empty, grumbling, rumbling, growling. Thirst isn’t something to be ignored when your mouth is parched, dry. Jesus reaches for the most primal human realities to describe what it feels like to long for righteousness. Not just admire it. Not talk about it. Long for it. From the depth of your being. It’s that overwhelming longing that unsettles you – leaves you calling, “Oh God!” It’s intentional. And it’s disruptive.

This January, Emmanuel Sheffield is joining churches from across the UK and Ireland 21st to 23rd, for three days of prayer and fasting. Different voices, contexts and life challenges, but one shared ache. Make no mistake, this isn’t a gesture or a performance. It’s a confession.

We need God. Desperately.

Not in a general, Sunday-morning way. Far more. We need Him more than we need our comforts or our routines and certainly, more than we need to appear fine.

Fasting is one way we say that with our bodies to God. It doesn’t start with clarity. It starts with disruption. The appetite fights back like an army under seige. Vineyard leader David Parker talked to me once about his experience of fasting saying, with his usual honesty, “When I fast, I just feel irritable, cold, and hungry.” But he does it regardless. That’s not a failure. That’s the point. Fasting tears off the filters. It interrupts the gloss. It shows us what’s been hiding beneath the surface. And if you stay with it, that discomfort starts to do its work.

Not just around you. In you. Personally, some of the most precious encounters I have had with God have come after a period of fasting.

Fasting won’t make you righteous. It can’t. But it will expose the ways you’ve tried to substitute activity for hunger. Remember Ezekiel’s dry bones initially rattling around? Don’t mistake noise for life. Jesus wasn’t reaching for metaphor when He said hunger. He meant it, because hunger tells the truth. It says you’re not full. It says you’re not okay. And it brings your body into agreement with the prayer of your heart.

Very well then, you say no to a good thing so you can say yes to a better one. Not because food is the problem, but because our loves and values are disordered. And sometimes, to remember what matters most, you have to feel the absence of what you’ve come to rely on.

Right here is where our theology stands next to us, and taps us on the shoulder. It reminds us of a few things we often forget.

First, the cross. This hunger is not for clarity or momentum or influence. It’s hunger to be shaped by a crucified King. Fasting without the cross drifts toward self-improvement. Warning buzzers begin to sound! Fasting with the cross leads to surrender. Satisfaction doesn’t come through addition. It comes through death, and then through life. That’s not an add-on. That’s the shape of the gospel. Everything in our lives as followers of Christ moves us forward by first looking backwards to the Cross.

Second, love. If your hunger never bends toward your neighbour, it’s gone off-course. And who is your neighbour? You know. The righteousness Jesus speaks of overflows. It moves outward. It acts. It serves. If your fast makes you more focused but less kind, more disciplined but less patient, then the hunger is no longer holy. I have met a few grizzly bears who have emerged from a fast, sometimes they looked like me. We have to watch our heart.

Third, weakness. The Beatitudes never bless the powerful, charismatic and totally awesome dudes. They bless the dependent. Fasting does not impress God. It doesn’t elevate you. It humbles you. It peels back the lie that ministry is about strength. The Kingdom moves through jars of clay, not polished performers. Hunger keeps us low enough to receive grace. You can’t earn grace, but here’s an interesting conundrum – God give grace to the humble. (James 4:6)

Fourth, joy. Not hype. Not noise. Joy rooted in promise. “They shall be satisfied.” That line shuts the door on despair. Hunger is not the final word. Resurrection is. Fasting isn’t a rejection of pleasure. It’s a training in expectation. The feast is coming. Satisfied. Satisfied in God, in His presence, His kindness and His favour.

And finally, the Spirit. Hunger for righteousness is not task-driven sweat of the brow, sheer will-power. It is a gift. It is stirred, sustained, and satisfied by the Spirit of God, who takes what belongs to Christ and makes it live in us. Without Him, fasting becomes a grind, but with Him, it becomes a piano tuning fork. He teaches us how to wait, when to move, what to want.

This line in the Beatitudes still stands. Still challenges. Still calls.

It doesn’t flatter. It won’t let you off the hook, but it comes with a promise.

You will be satisfied. So don’t dismiss the ache. Don’t deaden it. Go with it. Hunger on purpose. Hunger with hope.

Jesus isn’t asking something of you that you cannot do. And He gives you His Spirit to help you do it.