I need somebody,
Not just anybody,
You know I need someone,
I hate asking for help. Not when I’m loading soda into the student ministry’s fridge–I am a help-asking slut when it comes to that. I hate asking for help when it comes to things like fixing something in my house. Even with asking to borrow a tool or a cooking ingredient, I just don’t like asking for help.
Can you relate? Does your pride get in the way of someone coming alongside you to get you out of a jam?
I think this aversion to asking for help is spiritually detrimental to me. When I actually ask for assistance, I admit some sort of weakness. My pride gets set aside. I’m able to give up control (because I have to give it up). I experience connection with another person that I otherwise wouldn’t get to have.
We are supposed to rely on one another. We are supposed to rely on God for help. This idea is even wrapped up in our salvation. We are saved “not by works, so that no one can boast.” We need Jesus’ help–as in a complete takeover–for being saved.
There’s something about a song, especially one with anguish, that speaks to us. The Beatles’ gem immediately comes to mind (and has been stuck in my noodle all day). Help is a pretty major theme throughout Scripture. The word appears 65 times in the Psalms alone. Those song writers knew that the concept of needing help is something important to sing about, regarding the human experience of needing God.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody’s help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I’m not so self assured,
Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Psalm 22:19 – But you, Lord, do not be far from me. You are my strength; come quickly to help me.
Psalm 22:24 – For he has not despised or scorned the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help.
This is the Psalm that Jesus quotes during His moment of agony on the cross. His enemies are taunting Him. His friends and family are helpless as they watch Jesus slowly, agonizingly die. Bystanders assume that Jesus the “Messiah/Christ” either deserved whatever Rome strung Him up for or that He is just another Hebrew victim humiliated by their oppressor.
Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.
If it’s good enough for Jesus to ask for help, then it’s good enough for me to ask for help. Actually, the phrasing “good enough” doesn’t even do justice to this. It’s not “good enough” for Jesus or any of us to ask for help. It’s holy to ask for help.
I might not have a doctrinal thesis sorted out in this post, but it sure would do me well to remember that idea. We participate in something holy when we ask for help, regardless of who we ask.
Psalm 121:1-2 – I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
Psalm 28:7 – The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.
Asking for help leads to experiencing joy. It leads to community and relying on one another. No person is an island and Rome wasn’t built in a blah blah blah JUST ASK SOMEONE FOR HELP ALREADY!
It might just be amazing for your soul.