I need to weep, and I need to pray.
And I need to feel. And I need to cry.
And I know that seems so “unproductive.”
Like a waste.
I’ve felt guilty about it. Like I should be “doing” more.
But what if feeling, and grieving, and praying…actually is “productive.”
What if it’s a part of the process?
Dear Christians,
You were born for such a time as this.
Yes. For this pandemic. This COVID-19.
And you have been training your whole life for this. Your whole life.
This time, when the world pauses together, and weeps together.
And no one knows what’s going to happen next, or how bad it’s going to get.
This grief. This fear.
This standing still.
The gasping, the panting, the reaching out…
of a dying world.
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