We haven’t had enough time to formulate anything worth saying.
I’m all for streams of consciousness, you know I am. But, for goodness sake, let’s at least try to avoid the mindless reaction, the panic, drama and fear, or the very opposite – the banal, clichèd, and facile response. I don’t want any more Patience Strong sentiments, and I’ve heard enough bloomin’ facts, theories, complaints, and indignation about what the government has or hasn’t done and I don’t want to know how many shelves are empty in Tesco or how long the queues were, or what will be in short supply next. I don’t want jokes either, not when workmen are erecting temporary mortuaries in London and Italy is running out of oxygen supplies for those struggling for breath, and people are dying alone.
There is a time for reflection. This is it.
There is a time for silence, prayer, peace. This is it.
Thoughtfulness. Prayer. Patience.
Prayer. And love. Compassion.
We do not know how to pray or what we should pray for, but the Holy Spirit prays to God for us with sounds that cannot be put into words. Romans 8:26 (NLV)