2020 was, to put it mildly, a horrible year. You could almost hear the planet sighing in relief as the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve. It has also been a year of blessings for me, and in some ways, for this country.
The first few lines of “A Tale of Two Cities” (see above image) keeps rattling around in my head.
It was an insane year! Yet–from my perspective–it was a year of blessings. My favorite deacon turned seventy in June. That was a milestone that a year before we did not think that he would make as he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage (stroke) the year before. While we were not able, ( due to Covid-19) to have the big celebration that we had planned, we did have a small party with close friends.
I am so very grateful to my friends.
Why do I think it has also been the best of times in general–a time of pandemic and social upheaval? Well I haven’t fleshed out my thoughts on this yet, and I don’t have much time. This new WordPress editor is not exactly intuitive.
But it has been an odd sort of blessing for us as a society. The protests and riots have unveiled–revealed–what has been simmering among people for a long time.
To be continued. Gotta go. I’ll be back tomorrow. At least that is my intention…