We’re still hoping we’ll wake up. We’re still hoping we’ll open a sleepy eye and think, What a horrible dream. How could this have happened?
Just a moment ago moms were packing school lunches. Just a moment ago chefs were planning the day’s menu. Just a moment ago arenas were noisy, brides were walking down the aisle and neighbors were discussing the weather.
In just a moment, everything changed. A phantom disease invaded our peace, our plans and our security. In a heartbeat our language and behaviors were upended. Even young children understand the term “social distancing,” “quarantine” and “COVID-19.” Grandma isn’t allowed visitors in her nursing home. Workers are telecommuting, zooming and skyping in their baseball caps and slippers. Handshakes and hugs have been put on indefinite hold.
This strange season has introduced a level of fear we haven’t seen since 9/11. Fear of what might come. Fear of touching. Fear of exposure. Fear of what we can’t see.
We are anxious, Father. And so we come to You. We don’t ask You for help; we beg You for it. We don’t request; we implore. We know what You can do. We’ve read the accounts. We’ve pondered the stories and now we plead, “Do it again, Lord. Do it again.”
Remember Joseph? You rescued him from the pit. You can do the same for us. Do it again, Lord.
Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You protected their children from the angel of death. We have children, too, Lord. Do it again.
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SOURCE: Charisma News