Two Degrees off Center
I tend to take a big step back, try to get the big picture, analyze things, and put it on my list of things to ask Him when I see Him. It’s saved me a lot of wasted energy that I’ve put to better use elsewhere in my life.
Whether the wrath of the storm-crossed sea, or demons or men or whatever it be, we’re looking for something, anything, to hold onto these days—an anchor or two that will hold the ship of state steady rather than trying to pull it apart, and to do it with facts that come from a credible source.
When I first heard the word “coronavirus,” I had flashbacks to the early days of the AIDS crisis, and something told me to take this seriously, and I’ve followed Dr. Anthony Fauci like a prophet guiding us through this crisis.
We must make choices that will decide which way we go, to look inward and be brutally honest with ourselves, to focus less on our rights and more on our should, and then to stop…and listen…listen to others…to really understand things as they see it through their eyes…to admit we don’t know, we don’t have all the answers, and our only hope to get through this is Christlike love—for us and our fellow man.
All of us have been seriously affected by this evil little microbe, from rationing our toilet paper to being out of a job to a sudden and painful death of a person close to us. Fortunately, I’m better off than many others. I have plenty of TP, I’m retired, and I don’t know anyone close who’s suffered from it. I’ve also tested negative, and I stay six feet away from others and wear a mask whenever I make a run for essentials. But my biggest loss during this stay-at-home order—the issue that hits me where it really hurts—is not having someone to cuddle.
A prophet is sometimes as clueless as we are. We don’t know why God asks us to do something that makes no sense, but we have faith that we’ll understand somewhere down the line, because that’s how faith usually works.
The anchor in each of our lives, whoever it is, who’s there when the times get tough, who helps our boat stay afloat and stop rocking so much in the storm until things calm down again, and who assures us that it will.
How do I handle this anger I’m feeling and still be authentic? How do I bridle these passions, and channel this anger so I can feel Christlike love again? The Lord and I talked it over quite a bit in the past week, and I’ve found an answer. It’s not everyone’s answer, but it’s mine.
Seeing things from the point of view of the other guy (or church, or government, or political party, or LGBTQ group) doesn’t mean we have to totally agree with them, convert, and join their side, but it does give Christlike love a fighting chance in this world.