Here I Stand

I went to see the new Spider-Man movie, got myself tangled up in thoughts about webs, connection, and our rather inconvenient need for other people, and decided I had found the Unlikely Altar . I even wrote about it in my last blog, Trust the Web . I figured I was done with Spider-Man . But I guess Spider-Man wasn't done with me. One day as I was driving home from a funeral home, I heard something that made me think about the movie all over again. I was listening to a podcast, The Big Picture, and one of the hosts, Amanda , said something almost in passing. She said the real villain of the Spider-Man movie was loneliness . The other hosts didn't really acknowledge it and the conversation moved on. But I couldn't shake it. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if she had seen something hiding in plain sight; something that I might have missed. The trailer tells us that Spider-Man is up against " a powerful villain no one can even see. " Maybe that's not just a clue about the movie's mystery. Maybe it's the movie's deepest truth. Because loneliness was everywhere in the story. It was there every time Peter Parker walked past someone who used to know him and didn't get so much as a second glance. It was there when he sat alone in an apartment that used to be full of people. It was there in the quiet, unglamorous fact that the world had simply moved on without him. Nobody made a big deal about it. Because that's not how loneliness usually works. It doesn't announce itself, instead it just keeps piling on. It is that way in this movie and it is that way in real life. The strange thing about loneliness is that there isn't just one way it finds us. Sometimes it finds us when someone dies. Sometimes a marriage ends, or a friendship that once seemed permanent quietly disappears. And sometimes nothing dramatic happens at all. We're just lonely. I mentioned this idea for the blog to a good friend of mine, and his response stopped me. His mother recently lost her husband and now lives with him and his family. She isn't alone. There are people in the house who love her. There are meals and conversations and all the ordinary movement of family life around her. But her world has been getting smaller. Her husband is gone. She can no longer drive. Friends who once called or texted don't seem to anymore. "Mom is experiencing that now," he told me. "Even with us around." And then he said something I haven't been able to forget. "I see it every day." Maybe that's what we misunderstand about loneliness. We sometimes treat it like a math problem. Put enough people in the room and loneliness should disappear. But it doesn't work that way. Sometimes you can be deeply loved and still deeply lonely. What you miss isn't " people " - - you miss a particular person, a particular life. The one who knew how you took your coffee. The familiar voice from the other room. The freedom to get in the car and go somewhere, the job where people knew your name, the routines you never realized were holding your world together until they were gone. Maybe loneliness isn't always an empty room. Sometimes it's the empty spaces left inside a life that is still very much full of people. I've seen that kind of loneliness in my work. I've seen it at funerals where a widow or widower is surrounded by a room full of people who genuinely love them, while knowing that eventually everyone will go home. And so will they. Except they will go home without the one person they desperately wish were going with them. I know something about that kind of loneliness too. Chances are, you have too. Sometimes it lasts an evening and then there are times when it lasts much longer. Sometimes we know exactly why it's there, and sometimes we couldn't explain it if we tried. We can be lonely in an empty house. We can also be lonely at a crowded table. Maybe that's why loneliness makes such a good villain. It doesn't need a mask . It hides in the quiet apartment, the empty side of the bed, the phone call you don't make anymore. Nobody claps when it's defeated because most of the time nobody else even knew it was there. And I don't think Spider-Man ever really beats it. Not for good. But then I'm not sure any of us do. Maybe that's because loneliness isn't always something to be defeated. Sometimes there is no fixing the empty side of the bed. No replacing the person who knew how you took your coffee. No giving someone back the life they had before the world changed. Maybe, for now, the point is simply to notice. Not because noticing leads somewhere, not because it's the first step toward fixing anything. It doesn't solve the math. Counting heads in a room never made anyone less lonely, and neither will counting the people who noticed. Noticing isn't a means to an end here — it's the whole point. That's the Unlikely Altar this time. Not the web itself, but the moment somebody stops and sees the person standing in it, caught, and says so out loud. Amanda, catching it in a sentence almost nobody else heard. My friend, seeing it in his mother every day, in a house full of people who love her. Somebody, once, seeing it in me. Maybe that's how we keep weaving the web. Not by making loneliness disappear. By making sure the lonely don't disappear with it.

I have reached the age where I watch superhero movies differently than I used to. Don't get me wrong. I still enjoy the explosions, the impossible stunts, and the inevitable scene where New York is somehow once again hanging by a thread. But somewhere along the way I've become the guy who walks out of the theater thinking less about the villain and more about what the story says about being human. That happened again after watching the new Spider-Man movie, Brand New Day. As I thought about the movie, I found myself wondering what Spider-Man's greatest invention really is. At first, I thought it was the suit. It is definitely iconic, but I remembered his best suit wasn't even his own invention. That one? It was designed, built and provided by Tony Stark. So maybe it's his strength, except there are plenty of superheroes who are stronger. Or perhaps it's the ability to swing effortlessly between skyscrapers. As amazing as all of that is, I don't think it's his greatest gift. No, for me, the best, greatest, and yes, maybe even the holiest thing Spider-Man does has always been about the web. A single strand of a spider's web is almost nothing. You can brush it away with the back of your hand and never think twice about it. But strand after strand, woven together with patience and intention, becomes something remarkably strong. Maybe the web was never just a clever way for Spider-Man to get around the city. Maybe it was always pointing toward something truer about the way life actually works. Isn't it interesting? Spider-Man doesn't fly. Superman flies. Iron Man flies. Captain Marvel flies. Spider-Man can't. Every single movement forward depends on attaching himself to something outside himself. The more I thought about that, the more I wondered if the web isn't really a superpower at all. Maybe it's simply a picture of what it means to be human. For a long time, Spider-Man tries to carry everything by himself. He keeps people at a distance, convinced that if he just works a little harder, sacrifices a little more, holds on a little tighter, he can protect everyone he loves. It's a noble instinct. It's also an exhausting one. Eventually he learns what most of us spend a lifetime learning. There are some battles you simply cannot fight alone. Most of us have been taught that the strong life is the independent life. We admire the person who never asks for help, never leans on anyone else, never lets the world see them struggle. We confuse self-sufficiency with maturity. But that's not how Spider-Man survives. Even with all his strength, every swing depends on being connected to something beyond himself. Notice what the web is actually for. Yes, it blocks a punch. It disarms a villain. It restrains someone twice his size. But its quietest work is something else entirely. It keeps him connected to something solid when he has nothing else to stand on. And just as often, it's the thing that catches someone else before they hit the ground. Once I saw it, I couldn't stop seeing it. I've seen the web in hospital waiting rooms. I've seen it around kitchen tables after someone dies. I've seen it in churches, neighborhoods, baseball dugouts, recovery groups, and around backyard grills. And I've certainly seen it in the hundreds of funerals I've had the privilege to lead. I've never watched a family survive the hardest day of their lives because one person was exceptionally strong. They survived because someone brought dinner. Someone answered the phone. Someone took the kids for the afternoon. Someone sat in silence. Someone refused to let them grieve alone. That's what held them. We spend years weaving these webs without thinking very much about them. Then one day life asks them to hold our whole weight. That's when I realized something. Not all altars are made of stone. Some are woven. Maybe that's the Unlikely Altar. It's not the skyscrapers or the mask. It's not even the superhero. The Unlikely Altar is the web — the ordinary, almost invisible network of relationships that catches us when we fall, steadies us when we lose our footing, and quietly reminds us that none of us was ever meant to swing through life alone. Maybe that's the whole sermon, if you can call it that: Trust the web. And whenever you can, become part of someone else's.