As I entered one of the big box stores, I knew time was fleeting. The local government officials had just closed all the restaurants. All major events canceled. How much longer would it be possible to buy food and necessary items?
The Coronavirus jack-knifed us into what felt like a pre-apocalyptic world. Empty shelves. Shoppers avoiding each other, keeping their social distance. Hygienic wipes in my pocket to kill the germs on my cart, my hands, the number pad.
What in the world happened to our comfortable norm? The virus and its effects showed us how fragile life can be.
So how do we find hope when life unravels?
Focus on God instead of the Problem. During other emotional apocalypses in my life, problems have seemed insurmountable.
A period of 14 months with no job and no unemployment insurance. Cancer scares for my son and me. The medical tests alone were enough to saturate our emotions with fear. A father dying slowly from dementia, a mother locked in the shadows of Alzheimer’s. Miscarriages. A toxic job environment. Multiple abuses over a lifetime.
When I was training to become a Stephen Minister, we were assigned the task of writing about the losses in our lives. I filled my 3×5 card front and back.
Another minister saw it and said, “You win.”
“I don’t think so,” I responded.
During each of those problems, every time I felt overwhelmed, I tried to focus on God rather than the situation. I filled my journal with all the attributes of God that I had personally experienced. My Bible was colored with highlighted verses about God’s love and care.
Sometimes I spoke out loud to the problem itself. “Go away. Leave me alone. I will trust in God.”
So that’s what I’m doing now, during this Covid-19 outbreak. I’m filling my journal with all the ways God is protecting us. My Bible reflects the colors of new highlighters and more verses talking about God’s loving care.
And sometimes I shout, “Go away, you filthy virus. Leave me alone fear. I am determined to trust in God.”
Focus on the Lesson rather than the Pain. It is so easy to complain about self-quarantine, to frown about the fact that I am in the “risky” demographic, to worry about the numbers of people dying.
But what can we learn from this situation? How can we turn it into a lesson?
We can pull out the old recipes Grandma used during the Great Depression. The creativity of those depression-era cooks came from a deep survival mode. When food was rationed and winter threatened, they learned how to add more water to the soup, how to make beans the main protein source.
We can do the same.
We are learning how to stay at home and be families once again. The kids are out of school. Teach them how to cook, how to clean a bathroom properly, how to make a bed with hospital corners, how to change a flat tire.
Gather around the dinner table and learn more about each other. Sing a song. Dust off the board games and play together. Find out how beautiful family bonding can be.
I believe we will also learn how much we took for granted — before the Coronavirus shouted from every internet site.
How easy was it to just pull into a restaurant and order a meal? How many of us fell to the impulse of buying because the shelves were full of wondrous things?
Perhaps now we will be more grateful for the little we DO have. We will learn how it feels to truly be thankful.
Focus on the Future instead of the Present. Hope looks beyond the current problem toward an optimistic tomorrow.
One day, hopefully soon, this virus will wear itself out. We will dig out from our isolation bunkers and find freedom again.
We grieve the loss of so many dear souls today, but in the future — babies will be born, another generation will arise. Healthcare services will normalize, and we won’t be afraid to join groups.
Keep focused on what the new tomorrow will bring. Perhaps our “normal” will be completely changed for the better. Re-energized. More of a dominance on mercy, justice and how to walk humbly with our God.
When all this is over, we may save more for the next crisis and treat small business owners with more respect. Our leaders will keep in place the disaster plans other administrations toiled over. Nobody will hoard toilet paper, because it will no longer be the domineering purchase.
We will be glad to see each other, hug more, appreciate church leaders and healthcare workers who continued to meet the needs.
And the news cycles will underscore baseball games, fashions of the new season and the pride we take in our people. He-roes and She-roes will emerge from this crisis, and we will make more commitments to keep family together, to help one another each day.
One of the verses in my Bible is highlighted, then colored over with another hue, then framed in black ink. I have returned to it multiple times. It has become my mantra when life unravels.
“Hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God” (Psalm 43:5).
Stay in hope. Live in the yet.
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