I wonder what your lives are like just now? Of all the people I know, my life should be least affected by this social distancing thing. I live alone (usually, although my granddaughter is with me just now), I work from home, I walk alone, eat alone, I rarely go out, most of my conversation is with my dogs… life is pretty well disciplined and routine… lockdown will be the same old, same old, or so you might think. But no, life seems to have morphed into something strange and rather refreshing, a life of lassitude and calm, where the clock is meaningless and Thursday creeps up on me, when bedtime is late and mornings are all over the place…… when poetry books are dusted off and enjoyed, and there’s time to read again a book I loved last year…. when we eat lunch at 3.15 one day and 11.20 the next, when there’s no need to eat dinner at all because there is no dinner time, when the day is filled with… being busy and doing nothing.
Tomorrow we’re having a virtual curry night with friends. That’s new. Today I sat on the wall, on the pavement, as cars and joggers and walkers passed by. That’s new. I intended to read my book but people just love to chat, and so I put the book down and we chatted. Why not? That’s new. And then I came into the cool of the house (these old church buildings are fabulously cool in the summer, warm in the winter) and guess what! I wrote a pitch document that wasn’t in my head yesterday! That’s new!
I’ve discovered today that groundhogs are real, not mythical. And an American friend has discovered, through my instagram, that milkmen are real, not mythical. In the roadside verge I’ve found sweet cow parsley, bluebells, lady’s shoe trefoil, primroses and some other wild flowers I don’t know the names of, all growing in riotous abundance. I’ve listened to blackbirds and thrushes and a tiny fat wren (she was there yesterday too) while an irritable woodpecker sent his objections across the valley and over the river to us.
And I’ve read again something wonderful:
Your worst days are never so bad that you are beyond the reach of God’s grace. And your best days are never so good that you are beyond the need of God’s grace.
I am going to add something to that;
Your lockdown days are never so isolated that you are apart from God’s grace.
I know that there will be days when it feels as if we are truly alone, more insignificant that the microscopic virus we are hiding from. There will be days when we feel separated from not just the world but from God. We’re human. Our emotions will try to whisper sadness and misery to us. Take no flipping notice! Banish them blues. Turn to God. He’s the one who promises “Call to me and I will answer you.” He’s the one who stands at the the door and knocks.
Wherever you are, whoever you are, from my funny little home in Wales, here’s something from God:
So now I live with the confidence that there is nothing in the universe with the power to separate us from God’s love. I’m convinced that his love will triumph over death, life’s troubles, fallen angels, or dark rulers in the heavens. There is nothing in our present or future circumstances that can weaken his love. There is no power above us or beneath us—no power that could ever be found in the universe that can distance us from God’s passionate love, which is lavished upon us through our Lord Jesus, the Anointed One!
Romans 8:38&39 (The Passion Translation)
And because I love both translations, here’s the NIV version:
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Covid19 can do many things to us, but it will never separate us from the love and the grace of God.