Author: Carol Ng’ang’a
In moments like this, when we are forced to stop
When the rhythms of life as we know it are interrupted
When normal becomes abnormal
When we have to retract and self quarantine
To opt out of the day to day so that doctors, scientists, nurses, hospital staff who have to be in the thick of things have a fighting chance against the COVID19 pandemic
We can panic because its suddenly claustrophobic
We can breathe because we now have the freedom not to do it all
Selah.
We cry at the selfishness of the hoarders who have wiped shelves clean
We rejoice at the generosity of self of the doctors and government officials who are working tirelessly to make it better
We lament the loss of life-deeply lament
We hold on to our loved ones just a little bit more tighter
It’s also in moments like these that we remember our fickleness
That we are dust
That we are all interconnected by one strand of humanity
That we are here for a day and then we are gone
That we have to make the days count
In moments like these,
We carry those who do daily labor and depend on daily wages for daily bread who now have no jobs to go to.
We remember those for whom panic buying has not been a new phenomena- they panic everyday when they have to go to the shops because they have to count their coins.
We repent because we have not confronted the systems that have them living this way, from hand to mouth.
We remember those whom landlords will soon know them by name because they will be laid off and have no money to pay rent
We remember the landlords that have reduced house rent for some of their tenants
It’s at these moments where the true Soul of us as a Family of Faith will be tested
What will we do with the weekly church service budgets now that church services have been cancelled?
Whom do we know that has been living on a shoe string budget that will appreciate the extra coins saved from you not having to travel?
Who needs water to drink and clean up that we have stored in our churches?
Whom do you need to shop for?
Which hospitals and doctors need extra supplies that we can donate to?
Which doctors and nurses need a ‘quarantine house’ so that they can serve the unwell freely without the fear of infecting their loved ones?
Are the doctors, nurses, social workers police – are they eating and drinking well? Can we feed them?
They will know that we are Christians by our love- not by the many events we hold or cancel on any particular day
Love is radical, love creates the shortest distance between people, communities, race, ages, gender and class
Will Love lead how we respond to this crisis?
So for today and in the days to come
Wash your hands more
Love more
Give more
Call people more
Breath in
Breath Out
We were called to be Salt and Light for such times as these….
Selah
Thank you, Carol, for speaking to our heart and conscience at a time when fear, panic, and anxiety have filled the atmosphere. Our shared humanity has been touched so deeply, reminding us that tribe, religion, race, class, gender, and generational gap, among others, are mere facades. Let’s love more, give more, and care more. Once again, thank you.
Thank You!
These things that divide us are facades to keep us from really experiencing God’s goodness that exists and is found in our differences.
Sigh