I have been in New York City the past few days, and every time I come to New York I enjoy spending lots of time in Times Square.  I enjoy interacting with people.  Ok, I thrive on interacting with people.  It’s the way God wired me.  If you have ever been to NYC then you know how jammed packed with people times square is.  It doesn’t matter what time of the day (or night) you go there – you’ll always find someone trying to get you to buy a watch, a purse, a broadway show ticket, a comedy club ticket, or sell you a hot dog.  It’s packed.  With people.  Lots of them.

As much I enjoy going to Times Square, I am always heart-broken by how lonely, broken, and hurt so many of those people are.  Sure, most of them would never admit that.  But, I wonder how many of them know that there is a God who is head, over hills in love with them .  A God who created them.  A God who knows their loneliness.   Their pain.  Their hurts.  Their Fears.  Their Worries.  Their desire to “fix” themselves.  (Adam and Eve did the same thing by the way.)

A God who desires to know them in a very personal way.

I’m not sure, but there is one thing I do know;

“Times Square is a very lonely place.”