Disciples, Apostles, and Saints!
This week I had the unwelcome reminder that COVID-19 is still around and kicking. I may have picked it up at Convention or Starbucks, but nonetheless, I had it and it laid me out for a day and made my nose drip for three and even now that I can go out, I’ll mask up for several more days.
This past week, as we planned for Sunday, I was reminded of the questions we had during the early days of the pandemic, our resolve to keep each other safe, the frustration of disruption, and our trying to figure out how to do things.
And as much as “normal” seems normal, what happens when one little aspect changes? Like when the priest is sick. And it is weird to feel well enough to be with the community, but not yet be in the clear enough to breathe over the food we are to share!
I am grateful that my Dad was in town anyway and could supply. I hope his presence this week was supportive to you! I also hope that these things we have learned about ourselves, our gatherings over the last few years, are similarly measured with grace and gratitude. That normal is, in fact, delicate. It can be disrupted and changed; it can evolve and become something new, too.
Perhaps most of all, knowing that our gatherings are, themselves, fleeting. Bits of moments, friendships, connections, experiences shared and then we trust that we can return for another, next time. Each one is special, though, an opportunity, that, with new gratitude, we might offer our thanks.
With love,
Drew