I walked on the beach this morning. Yesterday’s rain continues. The sea looked grey and grumpy. Runners looked bedraggled. Walkers gave typically British comments about expected weather. Early morning swimmers stayed at home.
Today’s greyness reflects yesterday’s covid-19 news. Infections rising, hospital numbers increasing, more deaths, more local lockdowns. The reality spelt out: restrictions will continue for another six months, there will be no ‘normality’ for at least a year.
The news continued with the police officer shot in Croydon, stabbings in Paris, the Louisville protests about the Breonna Taylor shooting…
Yesterday’s conversations: an isolated family feeling frustrated about covid testing; anxiety about a friend’s heart surgery; the conviction of a local paedophile for historical sexual offences…
On the Winnie-the-Pooh scale Tigger-world has disappeared. Eeyore lives with us permanently… ‘I was so upset I forgot to be happy’.
Musing on the Danish philosopher Sὃren Kierkegaard: ‘Teach me, O God, not to torture myself, not to make myself a martyr out of myself through stifling reflection, but rather teach me to breathe deeply in faith.’
I was accused (pleasantly and humorously) earlier in the week of being an over-thinker… Our current world feeds on fear, anxiety and over-thinking. Kierkegaard says don’t suffocate; breathe through discovering a depth to faith.
Musing on the Old Testament prophet Jeremiah reflecting on tragedy: ‘I am the man who has seen affliction… He (God) has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship. He has made me dwell in darkness like those long dead…’
Yet in his bitterness he says:‘… I have hope: Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness… The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him… it is good to wait quietly…’
And in his darkness he rediscovers faith, patience, love and hope.