The Pandemic: pstrmike
I just finished writing a draft that I will post on our church’s website letting everyone know of our decision to cancel services for the next four weeks. These are uncertain times and this pandemic and drastic responses have this feeling of a death. The shalom that I am accustomed to is fading.
This feeling of dread reminded me of a few weeks ago while driving in the morning through a river canyon. It was dreary morning, everything grey, and I couldn’t help but have a heavy heart thinking of my friend who I had visited. We’ve been friends for over 50 years, and he told me the night before he has stage four cancer. We can only hope and pray. I wondered how many mornings he has left to make that drive and watch the river flow. I thought of how the river will keep on flowing after he gone, after I am gone. Nature speaks of the permanence, power and sovereignty of God. We are both thankful to God, but there seems something so tragic about not experiencing God’s glory in His creation. How many times do we miss out because we do not still our hearts to listen?
Last weekend we had an unusually heavy snowfall. Unusual weather always feels apocalyptic to me, and even more so amid this pandemic. But today, it warmed up, and the snow is melting fast. It was as if God is declaring that this pandemic too will pass. It’s a wonderful sign to me personally as I am already getting cabin fever. Maybe we should spend more time watching the snow melt, the river flow, the sun rise or set, and remember His goodness, permanence, sovereignty and love over all things. And hope for a resurrection……
Blessings to you all during this difficult season.