Posted on 12/10/2014 8:51:12 PM PST by Salvation
It can be difficult to be a single Christian. I remember watching as one by one my friends would marry, start families, and settle down. The cards would come just before Christmas with news of another baby or a new home, and I would set them on the table in my empty apartment and sigh. As a Christian, my newsfeed was like one long drawn out toast to holy matrimony, and I was getting tired of holding up my glass. The Kingdom of God is like a wedding feast, and the baptized faithful had so much to say about marriage and family. But I was single. At least the world, as St. Paul calls it, didn’t rub it in so much.
So it was more than the intensity of color or the exquisite detail, the visual intricacies or the physical presence of the figure that drew me into the oil-on-wood painting by John Millais, Mariana. It was the sigh of broken dreams, of singleness, of yearning.
A lot of people are single, and they love it. Singleness can be a beautiful and rewarding vocation. But for a lot of other people, singleness can be painful and hard. It was, after all, singles of whom St. Paul spoke when he spoke of those who “burn with passion” (1 Cor. 7:9). This reflection on Mariana is a gesture of recognition for the passion of singleness. It’s for those who are in the long slow burn.
Mariana is a portrait of waiting. Waiting for love. Waiting for belonging. Waiting for fruitfulness and laughter and beginnings. But the waiting has been drawn out, the seasons keep turning, and yet again autumn is ending. Like a pen almost out of ink, singleness can be thin, scratchy, and annoying. And nothing ever seems to change—no matter how hard you push.
Look closely at the scene. It is a moment of desire, of Autumn, and a nearly finished tapestry. The maiden has stuck her needle upright into the richly patterned, flowering embroidery. She stands up and stretches, pushing her hands into her back, pushing her torso forward, leaning her head to one side. The posture is casual, absent-minded, tired. Is she praying? How long has she been gazing out the window? Long enough to let the leaves land on her embroidery.
Perhaps you can strangely relate to this Victorian spinster. Maybe you know the feeling of just needing to stand, to stretch your aching back. Or maybe you know the swelling of a sigh over the prattle of a room littered with leaves. So your eye moves from the maiden to the tapestry. The creases in the cloth demand your attention. The gloom around the altar on the right and the lonely glow of a diminished prayer candle. You try to catch a glimpse of the landscape outside—Will he come? Why hasn’t he come?
Against this veiled backdrop of a landscape, the stained glass window flashes brightly. The windowpane of the Annunciation—when the angel Gabriel brought happy tidings to the Virgin Mary—shines out clear as day. God is close, the window seems to say. Behold, he makes all things new.
In Shakespeare’s play, Measure for Measure, Mariana has been abandoned by her lover Angelo, because her marriage dowry was lost at sea. In Millais’ painting we see an aging virgin. The mouse, the leaves, the worn look of the place betray the sad tale of lost fortunes, and a home falling into decay due to poverty and neglect. Shakespeare’s play ends happily, and Angelo agrees to wed Mariana in the final scene. Does the Annunciation scene in the stained glass window confirm a sense of promise and hope, for a future marriage and a child? Is her pose not one of despair, but of yielding to the Light, perhaps with a sigh: “How can this be, since I am a virgin?” (Luke 1:34).
Perhaps, even though singleness can be difficult—as all waiting is—it can also be good. Anything worth doing is difficult. Why should singleness be an exception? Singleness is worth doing, and doing well.
Look at the painting just once more, but zoom in on Mariana herself. The velvet blue dress brings relief to the intricate detail of the room. The maiden’s face is beautiful in a plain, unimposing way. Her jeweled belt suggests wealth. Yet autumn leaves blow in. A mouse scuttles across the floor. She is alone, her estate dwindles, winter approaches, and she grows tired in the half-light. What is the lesson?
In light of the Annunciation scene that splashes through the stained-glass window or the votive candle burning at the altar, I think the lesson is this: God’s timing is not our timing. Good things rarely come quickly. Winter is approaching, and autumn is blowing in under our doorways. So often we can feel very alone. But the loneliness has a purpose. It’s not meaningless. “Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always” (Psalm 105:4). He will make your paths straight (Prov. 3:6).
Again, many single people are happy to be unmarried. So I do not want to send the message that the single life is not a worthy, noble life. But I also know that for many people, singleness is a painful waiting, a long, slow burn. And this reflection on Mariana is for them.
Singleness can be exhausting. It can be labor. But anything worth doing is difficult. What we learn from Mariana is that the unsung treasure of singleness lies hidden in suffering. The passion of singleness is an invitation into the open side of Christ. It is because God seeks to be glorified in our lives that singleness is worth doing, and doing well.
In the end, everyone is waiting. Most of us just haven’t woken up to the deepest yearning of our heart. May we all pray with the Psalmist: “My soul waits upon the Lord, more than watchmen wait for the morning” (Psalm 130:6). More than watchmen wait for the morning, more than Mariana waits for her husband, more than any of us wait for anything, may we wait upon the Lord. The treasure of singleness is that it reminds all of us that our hearts are restless until they rest in God. We were made for God, and a life lived well is a life of waiting for him.
Perhaps your life has been littered with pain and broken relationships. But, like Mariana, you are surrounded by the promises and provision of a God whose name is Love. He is always present, even if you cannot feel him. Perhaps the votive candle burns for a reason. Perhaps it is in the waiting that God is refining you as in fire. “Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul” (Psalm 143:8).
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Single Life is a vocation?
I’ve been single. I’ve been married. I’ve been widowed. I am now remarried, thank you Lord.
Unless you’ve taken your vows, singleness is to be endured, not celebrated.
I outlived one wife. I pray to God my new wife outlives me.
Absolutely. There are consecrated virgins, members of Third Orders, women who are hermits.
All single. And they celebrate their single lives, dedicating them to prayer and/or service of the Lord.
Hello, Salvation,
I really appreciate your post. As a 52 year-old woman who is, for all intents and purposes, single (even though married; just very lonely), and a new Catholic, I thank you for this.
What a lovely painting. Have a blessed Christmas.
I hate it
Thanks for stopping by.
We all can’t be priests.
We all can’t be nuns or monks.
We all can’t be married (even though the modern world makes too much of the physical and sexual part of marriage.)
And, of course, we can’t all be single.
It takes a lot of prayer and discernment.
God bless.
I loathe single life. And loathe doesn’t even begin to describe it.
There has to be a “why” to your statement.
May God bless you as you discern what it is.
I think most people do hate it :) unless it is a vocation, something they are called by God to do or to be (as I understand the word vocation).
Perhaps singleness, when it is a calling, a need to be alone (for the Lord), and not a circumstance, needs a new appellation.
you’re welcome. :)
Oh, I know what it is.
I hate it too. Human beings need love and affection; infants die without it.
I am curious how singleness can be a treasure. Most people just feel lonely.
I do understand, though, that being alone leaves time and space for thought and communion with God.
Perhaps it is all a question of intention (do I want to be alone or am I forced to be that way—and if I want to be alone, what is my purpose).
Take care, all.
Some do prefer it, for whatever personal reasons. Otherwise this statement: “Human beings need love and affection” is true. Love of God is one thing, but worship of Him alone doesn’t leave you with a warm bed at night, a hand to hold or eyes to gaze into. That’s why He created the fairer sex.
Forgive me if my prior response was rather male-centered. I’m sorry to hear of your situation within your marriage. You should not have to endure “singleness” within it. That is cruel. I do not find it sinful to pursue divorce on said grounds of either cruelty of a physical/mental sort or outright abandonment. I am quite familiar with the subject of abandonment, having been formerly engaged.
I spent my young life desperate for the day I could be married. The older women in my small church even prayed for me over it. I proposed twice and was turned down both times.
I was always a “too”. I was “too this” or “too that”. I was never who they wanted. Some nights I cried alone.
I’m almost 60 now and still a bachelor. It has some advantages. I never have to clear my decisions with anyone. I can spend all day watching football if I so choose. The bathroom is always available. I can walk throughout the apartment naked in the hot summer without any eyes casting judgement.
At this point, I don’t see what any woman would want in me to get married for it. Instead I ask the Lord whom I might receive as a companion in Heaven. Perhaps a soul who died as a child before she was old enough to wed. Maybe someone whose body was so deformed or wracked with disease that no man would want her but now, in Heaven, is perfect in her new body. Maybe someone I was in love with for a time but realized later she made the wrong decision leaving and always wondered what it might have been like if she had it to do over.
I can’t tell you. I know three things will be true. Jesus says in Heaven we will not marry or be given into marriage. Those who did marry have a forever bond. Oh, for a companion to love that well, even without a ring.
I know our joy in Christ will be complete. Our joy will be so full that we won’t dwell on old failures from our past but exist in the sweet joy of our walk with Jesus. And yet, surely, there will also be fellowship with other humans and perhaps even other Heavenly creatures. Perhaps companions will be given to those who wept on earth for one never received.
But even if my musings are far from the actual reality of what Heaven will offer, that in Christ, it will be sufficient just as each day today is sufficient. I won’t mourn over what I don’t have but look forward to what is coming that is promised to be so much better.
That makes singleness bearable. At least, for me.
I lost my husband many years ago and though initially I believed I should perhaps meet someone and marry again when the opportunities for those relationships to move further I decided I didn’t want to be married again each time.
What I really ‘needed’ to do was develope and ‘learn how’ to do a different lifestyle then the one I had grown accustomed to. Gain some new interests and try new things I’d often thought about but never did on my own....and find the courage to walk into a room of people solo without feeling like third thumb.
I remember my first day trip driving out on a two lane road with corn fields on both sides of the road and not another vehicle on the road for miles. The sky was a brillant blue as it seemingly touched the tips of the trees along the way....with all windows down and my hair flapping in the wind... it was a wonderful sense of God and I enjoying the ride, a sense of freedom and all-one-ness with Him. It left such an impression I do it often now.
I think that is the secret of being alone and enjoying ones own company...recognizing that you clearly are not alone when you might not want to be....and equally so when you do.
I recall my son saying to me ...”Mom, you talk about the Lord like he’s standing right next to you.”... So I would guess He even lets others know I’m not alone!
I never felt I was “enduring” being on my own...rather “What now or next” would be whispered to the Lord. Believing HE does have our times in His hands it was an easy thing to just verbalize to Him what I might have otherwise done with my husband......especially after the time I read in the scripture...”Thy maker is thy husbandman”. And He certainly could provide and help me at every second of every day and night....and knew my thoughts even before I did!
You learn to go shopping for groceries at mid-night when the “linely bug bites”....and find it’s fun! Or eating dessert before a meal...making all these changes to do what you want regardless of the norm. And you even learn how to cook a great meal for one!...or nto at all!
I think that it is much harder for men to be alone though....I’ve spoken with many who lost their wives and their pain does not heal quickly. Just as I think a man loves a woman differently then a woman does a man....He seems to be a better man when he has a woman to love and protect.
I enjoy my “single” life and the Lord knows the door is open otherwise if he determines so. It’s ok either way He wants. But I’m glad you found someone for yourself....no doubt she is too!
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