04/25/2020
Excellent read!
"It feels like we are living through history," I mumble it to the Farmer this morning as I make the bed.
"We are -- we always are."
"But -- I don't want to be living through this kind of history." I look up at him.
"But HIStory -- is whose story?" He smiles.
40-ish days of quarantine.
Half the planet locked down behind their doors to escape a strange & novel
virus.
The head of the UN food agency just released news that 30 countries are on the brink of a “famine of biblical proportions.”
The worst swarms of locusts in a quarter of a century are devouring the crops of East Africa.
Unemployment the equivalent of the entire work force of 23 states.
Covid particularly preys on those with diabetes and cardiac defects. Which is to say, our son and our daughter. And even if and when we lift a lockdown, doesn't lockdown a stalking virus.
No one wants to cry fire too soon — but only fools keep smiling blithely when their hair is on fire.
When your world is on fire you burn a path straight to the only Living Water and you throw yourself into the only well that can make us well.
Now isn’t the time to be dozing through the fire alarms when whole floors of the building are engulfed in flames. If every single one of us was fighting through fiery battles before, we are all now in one protracted and hellacious inferno, battling for our lives.
I’m standing in my kitchen on the 40th-something day of quarantining.
And I murmur it at the kitchen window.
“But Lord, where would we go? No one but you gives us the revelation of eternal life.”
In the middle of quarantining, there is nowhere to go and there is only One place to go.
And I leave my Bible open on the counter all day, starved for the only real food, for the only Water that quenches and extinguishes all the flames of these surreal days.
This isn’t a drill. The world’s on fire. And you fight fire with fire — with a more passionate love burning in your bones.
We are living history — and we get to live HIStory.
And early in the morning, the kitchen floods with all this light, all this light lighting everything, for such a time as now.
New blog post: How to Survive This Virus
Chapter 1: This is not a drill. The World’s on Fire. We practiced our faith for days like these
https://bit.ly/ThisIsNotADrillTheWorldsOnFire