Holy Saturday, 2021
Honestly, I didn’t think we’d get here. I was kind of starting to despair. The pandemic seemed to stretch on and on, and took so much from so many people.
And then science. (Team Pfizer here!)
While I was socially distancing and working in my little home office, things kind of fell apart. I know it happened for a lot of us. Isolation and grief will take whatever you can give it, be it a minute or a year.
So here we are, here I am, inching my way back into contact. Worshipping with those I love, singing songs with my people, and feeling … connected.
Tonight the priest lit the candle, and the servers lit their candles and they passed it on to the lady in front of me, and the lady beside me…
And just like that the grief of the living room church went away, passing into the haze of memory. And I cannot tell you how grateful I am.
I’ve been learning about connection in new ways over the past few months: between me and my husband, me and my friends, and my family and, most awkwardly, the parts of myself I’ve walled off and packed away.
There has been some amazing, keeping-the-flame-lit help from some pretty amazing people. And I know a lot of you have been doing it for others in a thousand different ways.
Thank you. It would be a really dark place without the light of love.
Go. Find. 