26th March 2020
We all know there is a crisis on our doorstep.
Well, actually it has already invited itself in and it intends to wreck havoc with all of us, in one way or another…
It will indeed wreck havoc with us all, but, I suppose, like a bushfire, or like a cyclone, the path of destruction is going to be somewhat random. Even those of us who are taking all sensible precautions in the end will be harmed in someway, be it physical, emotional, or economical.
In the end the virus will harm who it’s going to harm, young or old, healthy or well. In many cases there will just be simply nothing we can do.
The curious and strange thing is how slowly this tragedy is befalling us, at least for now; painfully inching its way forward, a tsunami that advances not minute by minute, but day by day, week by week, until suddenly, inevitably it will reach its peak and all will become frenzied and chaotic; and the full force of the damage will be done.
But, finally, weakening, it will eventually subside; its fury burned out.
Then we will be live with the aftermath; the clean up, the recovery, before life as we knew it will finally return and healing will come.
Healing will come slowly, perhaps with great difficulty, but healing will come. Scars will be made, some very deep; losses will be great, and some never recovered – but yes, in time this tsunami will eventually become a memory – nestled among all the other memories of our collective and personal lives – a dark moment in time and history in which we all saw and felt all the more clearly, the best and the worst of humanity, the best and worst of ourselves.
”But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its rays” Malachi 4:2
My isle of serenity 