This week, candles were extinguished with a breath and a wish. Though, “Happy Birthday” felt less like a mark of time passing and more like just simply something fun to do that day.
Because, really, has any time passed since the start of the Coronavirus?
And before those who are keeping track come knocking down my door to correct me, that’s exactly my point. I bet you know what day it is since things went haywire, but you would have to pause and contemplate which day of the week it is or the actual calendar date.
We exist in a time-bubble now, one we all wish would pop but none of us has a clue as to when it will actually go away. Just saying, it might be time to institute a new way of classifying the years: BC, AD, and CT… Corona-Times.
I jest but it’s really not funny. It’s not funny when your life has lost its rhythm. Lost its heartbeat.
Maybe for you, it was the routine of a job you loved.
Or, maybe it was the dependable cycle of attend college class, do the homework, go out with friends.
Or, perhaps, it was the daily practice of a sport that demanded focus.
The precious weekly interaction with your grandparent.
The fun family traditions for Pi Day, Passover, Easter, April Fools’, Star Wars day, Cinco de Mayo, Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, Donut Day, and Father’s Day.
Or, maybe, life lost its rhythm when you lost that someone who was so very dear to you.
I want you to know that it is okay to mourn and to grieve even as things begin to reopen. Even as a sense of freedom, purpose, and community return to our lives. Because we’re only 6 months into the year 1CT, and we have no idea what to expect from the second half.
This time-bubble has taken our rhythms. It has swallowed our routines. And establishing the new in the midst of unknown, uncertainty, and ever changing expectations, is not only hard, it’s damn near impossible. So, yes grieve and mourn and weep. But also:
Whether the sun graces your day as you read this, or the moon lights up your night sky, know that these elements are still marking the passage of time and their Creator knows very well what day it is.
Because, time is His tool. A tool to give life. A tool to sustain. A tool to give rest.
Whether the birds greet the early morning with their song as you read this, or the crickets create a lullaby for the evening with their wings, know that the animals too are marking the passage of time and their Creator knows very well what day it is.
Because, time is His protection for our world from the longevity of sin’s effects.
Whether the leaves are green on the trees as you read this, or the flowers have retreated from lack of warmth, know that nature is marking the passage of time and its Creator knows very well what day it is.
Because, time is His expression of love.
Whether your skin is winkle-free as you read this, or the hairs on your head are turning gray, know that your body is marking the passage of time and your Creator knows very well what day it is.
Because, time is the heartbeat He placed within His creation.
It is his construct.
And, hopefully in our lifetime, it is His gracious battle cry.
Even now, with lost rhythms and routines, a distracted comprehension of time, and a difficulty in imagining what the future holds, your Creator knows very well what day it is.
Because, time is His.
Because, you are His.
Because, He has not forgotten His promises.
But through your tears, look up.
He is working outside of time, within time, and through time to redeem and make right.
To burst the ultimate time-bubble.
He knows very well what day it is.
He has not forgotten.