One of my riding friends just texted me with some non-viral good news. This was such a welcome relief, and a wonderful reminder of life continuing even now.
It’s been interesting to see how life continues – we had pizza for dinner last night. As usual, this was one of the three times out of four that we got Round Table instead of Cloverleaf, because the boys like it better.
And still, life has become so very different. Jason had to wait in line for 45 minutes to shop at Costco – and we celebrated the toilet paper and Kleenex he snagged way more than we should have.
Today is Palm Sunday. I’m going to virtual church with my Mom in Oregon (thank you, Zoom), because the livestream that comes from my own congregation takes more bandwidth than we have here at home. I’m glad to see people I know from the church I grew up in, and also sorry that I’ve seen almost no one from my own congregation. These restrictions have helped me find connection in places I might not ordinarily, even as I struggle to maintain connection in some of the usual places. This is a loss, and a gain. What will it be like when the restrictions are lifted?
And now we head into Holy Week. This will be very strange indeed. Holy Week is already stressful, as we remember the Last Supper (this year, without physically taking communion), commemorate Good Friday by “staying home” from work (classes don’t meet at PLU on Good Friday), and Easter Vigil, which would normally be spent with one’s church family waiting through the dark hours. How can any of this be done remotely? And given the shuffling of community I’m experiencing, with which church community should I plan to go through this week? Do I continue to invite myself to my Mom’s congregation, or wait to watch the recording that my own congregation leaders produce? Or both? Or neither? It’s hard to know what is the right thing to do.
These are hard times.