05/16/2020 Reflections Halfway Through May

Surrounded by Inventory…and tired.

We are half-way through May, and the restrictions surrounding COVID-19 continue. Measured openings and limited allowances expand week-over-week; but life is not what it was once 10 weeks ago, and it will not be for some time, if ever. The sad thing is that for all the technological advancement and “disseminated knowledge” of the last few months, the cost and toll have gone far beyond the sick and the dead. The collateral damage of economic shutdown and mandated isolation is not small. People are suffering in all manner of ways well outside a virus.

Spring shall pass under the shadow of fear; here’s to a better summer.

For all my rancor, however, I am in no position to complain. The work from home has enabled me to put in extra time with smaller affect to my personal balance. I get to have lunch 7 days a week with my wife and son. I still have a job–and a good one at that. I am one of the “lucky” ones, and even I feel the screws tightening. I cannot imagine the frustration of those who have hard a much harder plight than my own. Anger, bitterness, despair—all would be understandable given the hands being dealt.

I’m additionally spoiled by the Christian factor. I believe in an almighty God who created our reality to reveal himself and tell the primary story of true love and redemption. This belief allows me to see nations as they are, temporary collectives of individuals placing themselves within borders and beneath a system for supposed security and a sense of protection. But nations come and go. Empires come and go. And in the present world, historical shifts seem to occur at incredible rates. American life may never get back to how it was, but American life is a small cultural marker in the global and historical picture. If this American Empire declines, then it follows in the footsteps of many heavy hitters.

And therein lies the hope. Despite the present trial, the fears of collapse, and the expectation that life will never return to the more carefree environment of yesteryear, I believe it is with a purpose and that the greater narrative will continue regardless of political or cultural change. I believe in a Gospel of hope: that with every plague, with every collapse, and every tribulation, a good and noble God exists and allows these things to occur because they are part of the eternal story of infinite significance that he is telling. And it’s a good story. A true story.

All great stories have dilemmas and challenges.

So, I am getting though each day with hope. I am full of gratitude; I know I am immensely blessed in the midst of this. But even if this pandemic should continue, even if the country collapses, even if there’s a depression the likes of which no one expected, there’s more to the story than us. than now. There’s a greater narrator at work, and his story will continue.

Sorry, that kind of changed course. What can I say, I’m exhausted.

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