Remembering Covid

It’s never going away. 

Sure, the days of struggling to understand, the confusion, the questioning of whether anything will ever be the same, and the isolation have abated. Although the virus has not departed, we’re better prepared, we understand more, and we have medications and equipment. Yes, we even have toilet paper.

But going through those difficult times will never be forgotten. This dark era has left its mark on us in many ways. We remember.

I remember being so completely disappointed. It wasn’t the things mentioned above, exactly It was things like this:

The Land of the Free

This will be a weekend consisting of red-white-and-blue adornments, local parades, backyard grills, and sparklers in the hands of children all to be topped off with the oohs and ahhs spilling from neck-craning crowds gazing skyward as colors explode over lakes and fields.

Indeed, we celebrate living in this great country. And always, we acknowledge the sacrifice made by so many that allow for this privilege.

A pause here would be proper.

Collecting Eggs

These pictures came to me as part of a church gathering for kids celebrating an egg hunt. What would we do without kids, right?

Anyway, the images caught my attention for two reasons.

1. I question the word, “hunt”.
2. I found a way to apply this event to my life.

Words Matter Part 2 of 2

I’m thinking that I’ll just wrap up the 3 remaining lines that are hanging out there from the original article called Post-it Ponderings.  Says a strong ego, "I know you've been patiently waiting for this!"

“On the other side of fear, is freedom.
On the other side of hate, there’s love.
Just pray you’ll make it home.”

We’re all afraid.  It seems evident that our fears brandish hate as a tool.  And by itself prayer won’t allow us to make it home.  We can’t leave behind the pain of Holy Week for the glory of Easter if we refuse to listen. This upcoming week is an appropriate time to consider where we are and where we want to be.

I thought a few examples might help us make some sense of the leftover lines.