A Daily Dose of Good News
Monday, July 13, 2020
With my voice I cry to the Lord;
with my voice I make supplication to the Lord.
I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit is faint,
you know my way.
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
Look on my right hand and see—
there is no one who takes notice of me;
no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for me.
I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
Give heed to my cry,
for I am brought very low.
Save me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me.
Bring me out of prison,
so that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will surround me,
for you will deal bountifully with me.
Melancholy Monday Again
It could be that after four months living under pandemic
With one day blurring into the next
Without the regular, normal routine to differentiate our days
That Monday’s reputation is being rehabilitated a bit.
Rather than the bleary eyed start to another weekly grind
It’s a day pretty much like every other day.
Our psalm for today though, turns out be
Something of a reality check for melancholy Monday again.
While this psalm of lament was first sung by God’s people
In a time of oppression by the nation of a foreign body,
I believe we can rightly sing it ourselves
In our time of oppression by the foreign body of a virus.
Sure the community is beginning to open up just a bit.
Many restaurants are open for safe space dining indoors and out.
You can get your hair cut and colored if you want.
Even Disney World is open again.
People are figuring out how to do safe-distance graduation parties,
And we’ve been worshipping in person again now for two week…
All the while ever-grateful for a safe places to shelter
With the benefit if internet to help us stay in touch and entertained.
And when focused on opportunity of those realities,
You can almost settle in to a peaceful satisfaction for a period time
Even during pandemic.
Although I have to confess,
I’m shaken by the news of Ann Hunters infection
Along 1/3 the residents of Laurels of Norworth
Where some 18 people have died in the last month
As infection rates are on the rise.
I know her family is devastated at being locked out from seeing her
The way so many you are missing contact with your loved ones too.
And with infection rates on the rise,
You have to wonder what that means for school attendance this fall.
And then you read about 13 restaurants closed due to COVID exposure,
Many without announcing dates to reopen.
I mean, when’s the right time to open again?
And how many restaurants are still closed, never to open at all?
Then last evening, Elli, Adrienne and I watched the movie King of Staten Island,
A coming of age movie for young man who, at the age of 7, lost his firefighter dad,
A how he came to deal with that event as a young man.
There were many moving, poignant moments in the movie;
None more so for me, though, that the simple context of one particular scene
Set in a minor league baseball park
With people walking up and down the aisle, sitting in the bleachers together,
Sharing a hot dog and a beer while cheering the home town team.
I miss that.
And as much as I appreciate being back at church with others in person
Around the important symbols of our worship,
I miss singing.
I miss laying hands of blessing on our children.
And I miss shaking hands or giving hugs as we pass the peace.
Reminded of all that, it doesn’t take long
before our unmet wants and desires imprison us in the pandemic all over again.
The Psalmists lament is our lament.
Friends, may the God who is open to hearing our lament on this melancholy Monday
And who, in Christ Jesus, has demonstrated care enough to accompany us in our trials …
May that God give us hope …
Hope for a lasting and satisfying peace we can one day share with all others.