I remember the sounds of silence on September 12, 2001; the day was quiet – eerily quiet. I heard no jet planes overhead as I sat on our porch, writing and reflecting on the new normal.
Almost twenty years later, I reflect on another new normal, and the sounds of today’s silence from deafening headlines.
The World in Lockdown
My TEXAS friend Lucy Higginbotham wrote on FB about the COVID-19.
At no time in the history of the world has the entire global population been discussing one topic at the same time and been in complete agreement- this illness is not a good thing.
Think about that!
But today was a new wrinkle; even as the President has declared this Sunday a National Day of Prayer in the midst of a National Emergency. Today’s new normal is that most houses of worship have closed their doors, perhaps for a longer spell than is comfortable. Churches filled up right after 9/11; they emptied back out a few weeks later.
The availability however of music and preaching that we have today – from the same sources of all the terrifying updates – is super. (Taking the Church Online in the Coronavirus Age)
This morning a friend posted an old favorite, Be Ye Glad. Tailor-made, I’d say. So however scary this new reality is . . . There is no disease or struggle that can pull you from God: Be Ye Glad!
It’s me and my “anxieties” that tangle me up and deflate my peace!
Seriously, with all the news, I catch myself worrying about stuff I haven’t thought about for years! Some nights I can almost laugh at myself and my “what-if’s?” Operative word: almost.
What calms me down in the wee small hours is thinking about other people . . . until I remember what is happening in Italy.
And the steroid, helpful as it is, is kind of like sleeping with a restless kid who won’t settle down . . .
However, as I drift off, a new sound broke the silence; the past few nights as I settled my inner restless child, and freaked old lady self, the phone rang at 2:00AM!
So cell phone dependent I am, I forget I had a landline!
Then what was funny, was Doug and me trying to figure out how to silence a ringer without our glasses. Seasoned citizens shouldn’t do anything in the middle of the night without their glasses!
The upside is I haven’t run out of canvasses, nor Matisses to copy . . . and energy abounds
How are the sounds of silence at your home, dear reader?
Ours were refreshed today with a bounty of preachers who were able to reach and teach; comfort and counsel, perhaps a wider flock than previously.
With all the challenges and opportunities this new normal brings, it was good to hear The Lord will never forget us.– Isaiah 49:13-16.
It was also a blessing to have younger neighbors generously offer to do a bit of shopping for us, remembering Doug and I need to stay put for a spell. Their kids will be home from school, and they will be working tomorrow. I can’t run errands for them, or even offer to babysit; but, I can pray . . . and I can keep myself from borrowing trouble.
You must live with people to know their problems, and live with God in order to solve them. —Peter Taylor Forsyth (1848-1921)
Here’s to overcoming the sounds of silence the day may bring: Music is a wonderful tonic, especially such choral arrangements! This is the Day the Lord Has Made —