As I opened my eyes early this morning and peered out the window, I noticed something white and feathery floating down. Must be apple blossoms, I thought. But no! A snowstorm in May? It was true. Novembery winds tossed the huge snowflakes around. Down they fell, coating the daffodils and blooming trees in white. Silly New England weather. If you don’t like it, just wait a few minutes. But today, the cold persists, bringing us a chilly forecast for Mother’s Day. A “new normal” for us.
Our nation seems to be holding its breath, waiting for a “new normal” to settle upon us, thanks to COVID19. We look forward to reclaiming the pleasures we so took for granted – ball games, shopping sprees, church gatherings, liberty to travel and enjoy dining out. Yet we wonder. What will the “new normal” look like? What will we actually reclaim, and what might we gain?
Our thoughts reach further into our faith. Will the virus bring us to repentance for lost priorities, back to basics?
“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.”
Will we echo David’s heart cry?
