And
so we press on. About half the year has
gone by. Most of it has been spent in one form of lockdown after another. Mysterious Corona Virus. Deaths.
ICU’s backed up. Masks. Face shields.
Wash your hands. Stay at
home. Get virus tested. Get antibody tested. Air hugs only. Shake elbows.
Better yet, just wave. Social
distancing. Take-out food. Closed beaches. No toilet paper. Church online. Pent-up frustrations. No sports on TV or in person. No new movies. Bars and restaurants closed. No cruises.
Severe travel restrictions. Too
much down time on people’s hands. Riots
and vandalism. An election year.
There
you go. Just wanted to remind you where
we are on July 7, 2020. In case you
forgot, or haven’t been outside your house, or haven’t turned on the TV for six
months.
But
before you get too depressed, don’t despair.
After all you woke up this morning.
There’s that. And I for one had a
bowl of fruit and a cup of coffee. Also nice. My wife is sleeping soundly (sort of) in our
bed, so I’m not alone. That’s a plus. My phone and my computer both work, so I have
contact with the “outside world.”
Important. The birds are still
around. I just watched a boatload of
seagulls and blackbirds descend upon a neighbor’s trash bag that apparently
flew open. Noisy, but evidence of life,
for sure. I’m getting ready to start
working some more on the teaching for Sunday.
I guess that means someone out there will want to hear it when the time
comes. That takes care of something to
be doing for the short-term future, at least.
As for the much longer-term future, there is this …
Revelation
21:4 says, “He will wipe every tear from
their eyes. There will be no more death
or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Father,
thank you for your assurance that you are here now, walking with us through
this mess. And thank you that everything
will be OK in the end. If it’s not OK,
it’s not the end. Amen.
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