Beginning the eighth week of social distancing let me tell you: Bad hair doesn’t get better the longer it grows.
Once upon a time, I wore barrettes; it wasn’t a great look then and I am not crazy about it now. But droopy gray locks are as annoying as limp brown locks, so I purchased a small set clear plastic combs. Barrettes still slide out too easily.
Hey, I am just glad I have hair!
Traveling through this magical decade the seventies are, we can sustain all kinds of losses.
Traveling though this pandemic, I can’t wrap my brain around the losses the church, our nation and the world is suffering!
First, I not suffering. Like many people I know, we are in almost a cocoon of calm. It is so quiet around us . . . no traffic, kids whizzing around empty streets on their bikes; neighbors waving and calling out . . . and then I check Facebook.
Whew . . .
Reading what some of us are posting and how we are commenting reminds me of how convinced I can be of the rightness of my opinions, and those who agree with me. It’s not always a good look.
Opinions about the COVID-19 health and economic crises are many and varied, and changing as each day we have learned something new about this unknown. However, the passion and intemperance with which some speak, including some leaders, is worrying.
When I have been tempted to interject a rebuttal based on what my favorite source says, Doug reminds me, that’s probably not a good use of my time.
I like to think of myself as a finely-aged wine, and one thing that keeps a wine finely-aged is to put a cork in it. ~Robert Brault
Restoring what we all have lost in the past seven or eight weeks will require knowledge, courage, hard work, forbearance, and kindness. None of these virtues are second nature for me.
But I am asking God to work them into me.
Because as we begin this eighth week of social distancing, I honestly have no idea what is around the corner, or what the next day will bring. And I believe He does. (Jeremiah 33:3)
Knowledge is proud that he has learn’d so much;
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
~William Cowper, “The Winter Walk at Noon”
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