This thought ocurred to me one morning this week: As we Christians are heading into an unprecedented Holy Week in modern times and being told that this week “it’s going to get bad”, I am reminded that over 2,000 years ago the events of that week were unimaginable. The fear, hatred, unrest, anxiety, grief, pain and sorrow were at an all time high in Jesus’ corner of the world.
What good could possibly come from that kind of suffering, loneliness and isolation? I trust, dear reader, that you can fill in the blanks.
I am not assisting in the saving of lives in health care or public service. I do not work for the United States Postal Service or at the check-out counter of my local grocery store. I am not in a chemical manufacturing plant trying desperately to keep up with demand. Nor do I make my living running a restaurant or tavern.
My knowledge of anyone personally who has succumbed to this horrible virus is void. Though my husband just discovered yesterday that he knows someone. I am hopeful it does not hit that close to my circle, but sadly and humbly I know it may. The collective awareness of how close to home this pandemic is affecting people who daily put themselves at risk to serve others weighs heavy. And it permeates and it alters everything.
These last three weeks have been surreal and confusing and yet a blessing. The morning news just doesn’t get played as much. 7 am walks and living room Yoga have replaced that time. Home schooling my second grader and keeping tabs on the constant communication for my self-directed high school students is at a premium. Working from home is a great portion of what I do. These new guidelines have forced me to be solution-focused, creative and in service to others more than ever with my work.
Family dinners that happened but once a week, if that, are abundant. Games, art projects, books, movies, chalk drawing, baking and connection are the order of the day in my home.
The thing is, this has forced me to realize that in these uncertain times or in the “old normal” we were all used to – nothing changed. We only have the day before us. Then and now. And we are guaranteed nothing after. In the “old normal” I was planning for trips and celebrations, car pooling and tournaments, business events and doctor appointments. Under the circumstances it is day-to-day now. And I am on-board. Only having the day before me to plan and steer has been quite frankly an exercise in increased happiness. The pace has slowed, the connections have grown in my own home and I find myself in a certain space of peace.
School is canceled. Senior Prom is canceled. First Communion is canceled. Driver’s Education is canceled. A college orientation is canceled. An Easter Service celebrating in physical proximity with our community is canceled. Will there be celebrations later? Will there be a way to catch-up with some of these experiences in their entirety? I hope so. Who knows what is beyond this day?
But Hope is not canceled. From the darkness comes the light. And from the darkness came The Light. Sunday is coming.
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