Sunday, April 26, 2020

Coronavirus Lessons


Things Learned (Or Confirmed) During The Cornavirus Quarantine:



It is impossible to watch one hour of TV without being told to stay home, go out for drive-through, wash your hands.



There are times when I wish I were as candid and witty as the Downton Abbey Dowager Countess Violet Crawley  (Dame Maggie Smith); for example: “I never argue. I explain.”



No cowboy movie is worthy of the name if it lacks six-shooters that can fire 15 bullets without reloading; if there isn’t at least one chase on horses; if the hero can’t have a fist fight without losing his hat.



I cannot go into a store with masked patrons without the William Tell Overture playing in the back of my mind and hearing a voice asking, “Who was that masked man?”



Nurses, doctors, firemen, policemen, first responders, mailmen, deliverymen do worry about taking illness home to their loved ones; that social distancing rule must be doubly burdensome.



Everybody checks everybody else’s shopping cart to see how many rolls of toilet paper the shopper has in it.



There are many kind people around the world eagerly phoning to offer me reduced interest on my credit card, extended warranty for my car, and a reduction on my utility bill. God bless ‘em!



Being too busy is not the real reason I do not find enough time to pray.



A law in physics I learned years ago is true beyond doubt: “A body at rest tends to stay at rest.”



What passes as news usually isn’t.



The world is full of experts --who have many opinions.



Every “could” implies a “could not.”  “There could be a second wave.”  “This thing could last for years.” “This could be the end of life as we know it.”  Every could implies a could not.



It’s one thing to decide whether your glass is half full or half empty. It’s something else to consider how big your glass is.



It’s true: “There’s No Place Like Home.”

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Fighting With God During Lockdown


I’ve come to think of the Coronavirus lockdown as an opportunity to enter the desert like the early Christian hermits.

They thought their withdrawal from society was a way of getting closer to Christ.

I thought I would find peace of mind and spiritual comfort from “time away.”  Instead I’ve been fighting  with God.

Fighting with God is part of my religious heritage; our ancestors were known as Israelites, which can be translated “God-fighters.” And certainly Abraham, Moses, St Peter and a litany of saints had disagreements with the Lord.

Fighting may be an exaggeration. Maybe questioning, arguing, or expressing disappointment may be closer to the reality. Whatever the appropriate description the experience is a challenge and a struggle.

In the middle of one of my encounters with God, as I broached the subject of why Church leaders are hesitant to ordain women as deacons or married men as priests, I read a warning from the late, great theologian Yves Congar.

He explained that change and reform in the Church are good and necessary, but he cautioned,

In order that reform be realized in the Church, it is necessary that it be accompanied by patience… I mean a certain disposition of soul and spirit mindful of necessary delays, a certain humility and pliancy of spirit, the awareness of imperfections, even of inevitable ones.

I know what he means; I just didn’t like hearing it. He went on,

The reformer is always tempted not only to begin development, but to hurry it; not only to clear the field but want it free from all weeds. But the Gospel parable teaches us to respect the delays in the growth of the seed and the harvest, and not to encroach upon this by an impatient search for purity, “for fear that with the weeds one also will tear out the wheat” (Matt. 13:29).

Congar (and God) hit a nerve. I want it and I want it now! But Congar noted,

The whole work of life, at least here on earth, presupposes delays… If certain decisions or changes are to be taken, it is essential that time reveal what meaning certain events concealed, what was to become of certain possibilities, whose mysterious character –often very disturbing—it may have been impossible to guess.

I heard it said in my youth, “Patience is a virtue/ Possess it if you can / Seldom found in a woman / Never found in a man.”

This pandemic could be God’s way of saying, “Slow down! There’s more to life than you think. If you’re too busy to pray you’re too busy. Learn a lesson from the way the wild flowers grow; they do not work or spin, but I tell you not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. Come aside and rest awhile.”

I know he’s right; I just don’t want to hear it! I lack patience.

The fight then is not with God; it’s with me.