“What I see around me would drive me insane if I did not know that no matter what happens, God will have the last word.” --Elder Paisios of the Holy Mountain
My words weep on to the page as I begin this sensitive and frank blog post for May. Permit me to sound off and respectfully stray from the writing prompt. This present time has revealed cracks going far beyond my writing.
Since the COVID19 virus gained worldwide prominence in March 2020 startling societal cracks are being revealed. The virus shows an enemy can bring attention to “cracks” ever present and tolerated.
As a writer, my voice seeks to be real without being offensive or politically correct. Please forgive me if readers may disagree with what is written in this post. In humbleness, I ask you to read the post to the end.
I make it a point to not write about Covid-19 neither comment about what other people write about it. I do not give Covid-19 my time neither is it allowed to steer my life. The virus receives a lot of national and international attention. So much has been said one now has to discern truth from error.
Since the rise of Covid-19 the world slowed down. The world slowed down, however, because of the wisdom of people and the will to survive. At first even our mighty world leaders stumbled at the attack of this virus. This inflicted an unfamiliar pressure on our leaders. They almost fell under the spell of this rampant illness.
Please allow me to suggest to readers a rather perverse twist in the projection of Covid-19. The illness has exposed glaring cracks in Canada. Canada finds itself wanting and broken in this light. In my estimation Canada closes its eyes to its own brand of barbarism. How Canada treats our unborn children and other marginalized people shows this. When the virus subsides the cracks will still be here.
As a writer who is also a Christian I can bring hope despite the cracks. You see there is always hope even amid horror. Covid-19 causes the world, including Canada, to grieve. Even nature holds its head down and weeps. This grief, however, is a sign of compassion and collective sorrow, not defeat. Compassion and hope are not part of an illness like Covid.
Times of crisis and hardship cause kind people to shine and continue to do so. Those with compassionate hearts will continue to love. Those who by nature are helpers will continue to help today and in the days ahead. They give hugs to the world through their compassion and love.
My writer and reader friends, the COVID-19 wave of misery has not taken God by surprise. God loves the world and is present this suffering. We have an amazing and unique opportunity to point the world to real hope.
After the virus leaves how will we help heal wounded people it left in its wake? How might we help even now? We can help heal the rotten cracks in our society that have become, “normal,” today. We can fill them with the hope, love, and the peace of God. We can pray and pray again. Anything less only supports the rotten cracks, all too common in our country and world today.