Job 7:1-4,6-7.
These days
it's easy to feel like Job,
that biblical character
who lost everything.
We complain
about how hard life is,
the long labours we face
until things are better.
We see the months of emptiness,
the blandness of our days
behind and ahead,
the nights of worry,
the misery all around us
(and especially,
in the news).
Honestly,
though we are body- and soul-weary,
more often than not
it's a relief
when our nights
give way to morning.
It's like we are
wishing our lives away
in feeling hopeless,
though we know life is short.
We forget
that
God surrounds us
with good,
visible
if only we lift our eyes.
Remind us,
You
who made all that is,
that Creation
and our puny selves
are held
in hands
much gentler
than our own.
Help us
to let go of our misery
and see you...
and to gentle our own hands
and hearts
to care
where care is needed most.
+Amen.
* * * * * * *
I don't know about you, but lately it feels like there's so much complaining going on that I want to stick my head under a pillow and stay there.
Yes, all that we have lost because of this pandemic -- our connections, our freedom, our sense of security, our old ways of doing things, our very equilibrium -- is weighing us down, depressing us, shortening our tempers, and trying our patience, if we have any left.
So we might be able to relate to Job, who lost everything dear to him. Have we really lost everything dear to us? Really? I hope we can see that there is always something good that comes, even out of loss. I've been dealing with a rather serious loss for the past couple of years, and though it hurts, it holds gifts in its hands, too. In the end, Job came to understand just Who was in charge, and once he did, when he put his faith and trust in the right place, things dramatically improved for him. As they have for me. Life is about learning to let go.
We don't know when the pandemic will end, but we have to believe that we also will see things improve if we have the patience of Job, and put our faith and trust in the right place. Freaking out about the things we can't control (vaccine shortages, for example) only makes life more miserable. Focusing on "months of emptiness and nights of misery" (Job 7: 4) only dims the light of goodness around us.
Last night, I participated in an online gathering with a dozen girlfriends from High School who hadn't met since a party at my house in 2015. We shared about the things that have changed in our lives and how we are coping with this strange time we are in. With educators, moms, health care professionals, caregivers, an engineer, a librarian and a chef in our group, it was an interesting evening... one that filled me with hope. Though we all face different challenging circumstances, we celebrated our long term friendships and the recent marriage of one of our group, and we listened to and cared for each other even though we were scattered around five cities in two provinces. As one friend laughed through her tears, "Thanks for the therapy," I suspect we all felt the value of our connection. It was better than therapy in my books (and I know therapy)!
It reminded me that when we reach out to each other and find common ground, hope rises from our brokenness and brings us light to move us forward. Even though this pandemic causes a lot of pain, it has the power to remind us of the goodness in you and me.
In the week ahead, I invite you to connect with a friend you've lost touch with. Perhaps that reconnection can be one of the pandemic's gifts for you.
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