Those may be the toughest words in the English language to speak out loud.
But, true Christian fellowship begins with those three words, "I need help."
I've seen church members gather around members in need, helping tirelessly and giving generously - it's deeply moving to see. Whether we are serving or being served, when we experience these moments of deep fellowship, we glory in the feeling of belonging to so loving a body.
But, those moments of fellowship can only happen when someone is willing to admit their need.
Addicts can recover from enslaving addictions, but only when they come to the place of desperation. Step one of the twelve steps is, "we admitted we were powerless over our addiction - that our lives had become unmanageable." There's help and hope if you can give up and agree with step one.
I am a stubborn individualist, self-sufficient to a fault. But, I've had my moments when I had no choice but to admit, "I need help!" I am typing today with the handicap of two fingers taped together. The doctor doesn't want me to pull out her stitches. A few nights ago, I fell going up the stairs. It was dark and I came to the next to last step and thought I was at the top. I tripped over the final step and fell onto an exercise bike, striking my hand against the only sharp part of it.
There was little blood or pain, but I became concerned when I looked deep into a hole in the fold of flesh between my index and middle fingers. My crashing fall awakened Carol, who came to my rescue. I knew I should go to the E.R. and debated whether I could drive myself the two miles to the hospital. I thought of a volunteer at church who cut a bloody gash in his head while working on our remodeling project. With blood trickling out the back of his head, he tidied up his work area and then drove himself to the hospital.
I thought I should easily be able to drive myself to the hospital, but I felt faint at the sight of my blood. I know, I know - I could never have a baby. I knew myself well enough to know I could drop to the floor at any moment from wimpiness.
Somehow, I uttered the words that come so hard, "I need help. I need you to drive me to the hospital."
They patched me up and I'm fine, but the experience taught me something. Carol was happy to come to my aid. She didn’t feel inconvenienced, even though I awoke her - even though I was completely self-absorbed. She seemed to come alive at the sight of my pathetic need. I felt closer to Carol and she felt closer to me. It was a bonding experience. Carol gets credit for her generous service to me. But, it could only happen when I was humbled enough to admit, "I need help."
Do you want to experience true fellowship in the church? Do you long to see the church gather around those in need, to serve selflessly, in unity, according to various gifts? It can happen, but only when you humble yourself to admit your own need. Try it. Just say it, "I need help."
"Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil.
For if they fall, one will lift up the other;
but woe to one who is alone and falls and does not have another to help."
Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 NRSV