It is 9:30 pm on a Tuesday evening. I am going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to sit down and write a post and hit publish. You should see it in the morning.
Here is what I want to say right now: I am rejoicing.
I am rejoicing in this strange time of Coronavirus because I am able to sit here at the kitchen table and write, and I have a light next to me, and the refrigerator is humming, and the dryer is drying, and we have electricity.
I know it has been a hard few days for all of us. But might I be so bold as to say that however hard it has been for you, if you are feeling healthy, then it might have been harder if you didn’t have electricity?
Our power went out in the wee hours of Sunday morning. It came back on around 6 pm yesterday evening.
It started snowing last Saturday afternoon. It snowed and snowed. I think the weather forecasters were predicting that we’d get 8-12 inches of snow, which is a lot, considering that it was 70 degrees and springlike last week. All together, I think we actually ended up with more than three feet.
Three feet! Here is a picture I took of my car this afternoon. I think it will be awhile before I go anywhere.
We got some snow over the weekend. Our driveway is behind the car.
Tomorrow, we will start driving down to Los Angeles (in our other car). We will pick up our daughter on Thursday from UCLA and move her home for the rest of the year. The university is moving all classes on-line and sending students home. She is devastated; I am so sad for her. My son has started on-line learning, too. He has a school district issued computer and is getting assignments from his teachers via Google Classroom.
Rob Bell has posted some helpful podcasts these past weeks. He’s reminded me that it’s normal to feel a little out of sorts, a little unsure, a little confused about what is going on around us in these strange days of social distancing and uncertainty and misinformation and valiant efforts to narrow the illness curve and keep people safe. I think all of us are grieving things that we took for granted, even two weeks ago: eating out in a restaurant, going to the movies, to a concert, to the gym. For me? Going to work, to participate in people’s healing. For my children? Going to school.
Can I ask a favor? If you have a Facebook account, could you go to my OrdinaryHoly Facebook page and leave a comment? Maybe we could start a conversation. Maybe it would be a place where we could connect.
I’m grateful for all of you. I’m also grateful for the electric lights that surround me now. Blessings to all. Come, Lord Jesus.
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