Our pastor asked an important question during his sermon yesterday: How will you emerge from this experience?
For some, there will tragically be no re-emerging..
Maybe they went back to the store for the eggs they forgot,
gave a hug,
attended a wedding,
rode the bus.
Maybe they chose left instead of right…
right instead of left…
or they just lay motionless in their bed being tended to by someone with a heart for the elderly and a hidden, contagious disease.
I am finding it impossible to ignore those who lost everything as I imagine getting my old life back.
And therein lies the real question..
Do I want my old life back?
Do I want to be the way I was?
Is just getting through this and going “back to normal” enough to ask of myself?
Or do I want to imagine something different..
A life more worthy of the sacrifices of so many..
those who worked so hard
delivering to us,
stocking for us,
Those who woke up every morning facing unimaginable decisions
and the unrelenting lashes of our criticism and derision.
Do I want to just settle back into the person I was
or is this the moment to emerge