I don’t know about you, but as far as I am concerned, if ever there was a week to remind us what running out of oil can feel like, it’s this past one.
I sat down on Thursday morning to try to start writing this sermon (yes, I am that slow), and my lamp was just about dry. I kept searching online, riffling through notes, hoping to scare up just a little oil to fuel just a bit of light. Only to wind up staring out the window, or worse, distracting myself by checking the news.
And it’s not just this election that has left so many of us exhausted and empty (though Lord knows the whole runup to last Tuesday has been more than enough to do that). It’s months of being on edge, in a constant state of hyperarousal, because of Covid. It’s living in a digital world, bombarded by messages that are, frankly, guaranteed to make us feel anxious or insecure. It’s social unrest. It’s fires. It’s the threat of climate change. It’s this year of 2020 that has just kept on giving. (read more)
