Words of Chizuk and Inspiration
One of the wonders of these strange and perplexing times is that it reduces life to the essentials. It sharpens your focus on the things that really matter – your health, your relationships, your faith, your family, your community.
So many of the things that were so important a month ago – or was it just a week ago – no longer seem that significant.
This is actually one of the critical lessons of matzah because it is bread in its most basic form, simply flour and water. Its got no additives, no hot air, no pretensions, no obfuscations, no put-on-airs.
So in this matzah corona season I get time to think, to reflect on those closest to me. For some the actual close proximity over an extended period can be taxing. I may see things I didn’t expect or don’t like. On the other hand, as in the joke: – Yesterday I had to stay home and the computer and phone weren’t working due to a power outage, so I sat down on the couch to talk to the woman in my lounge. She’s actually a remarkable individual. Oh… she’s my wife!
In this strange season I get to more deeply appreciate the love of my family and the warmth of my friends. For some this may be the opportunity to sit down and have that long put-off talk (and remember help is just a phone or WhatsApp call away).
Sitting at my desk yesterday, I heard a beautiful symphony of sweet bird-song. I looked up at the tree that brushes the window and caught a glimpse of some tiny birds flitting from branch to branch, one pair rubbing their small heads on each other. They were exquisitely camouflaged and hard to spot. Usually I wouldn’t have been at home or too busy to notice, to take the time to look up, to thank God for all the good still in my life.
I thanked those birds for taking me away momentarily from the latest Corona figures on the TV and radio. I thanked them for reminding me that for all the pain, confusion, anxiety and suffering around, for all the havoc this diminutive virus is transmitting across the world, it is also getting us to re-evaluate the small acts of love and tenderness we can perform, to be thankful for the little gifts God is giving us every day that we wake to good health, positive people and a glorious blue sky.
I was grateful to them for nudging me to look up:
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains – where will my help come from? My help comes from God, Creator of Heaven and Earth.” (Psalm 121)