I’m thinking a lot this October,
about how sweet and innocent I was over the summer.
How I thought it would be all downhill this fall.
How we would be older, and wiser, and vaccinated.
And I must confess that the reality is not really living up to the dream Lord.
I really have to stop being in survival mode–because I can’t sustain that anymore.
So one of these days, I’m going to sit down, and figure out
what October 2021 means–
even as October 2021 marches on,
and I have to look at my phone real quick to double check
are we in 2022 yet? Am I wrong? are we in 2021? I’m still confused about time God.
So here’s a prayer God, to get out of survival mode, and into resurrection mode.
Can these bones live Lord? I say to the Halloween decorations, as I spread out
the skeletons and spiders in yard, and buy enough candy for one of the few safe holidays to celebrate
Can these bones live Lord? As I pray and pray
and pray and pray and pray for 5-11 vaccines, so that we can finally get
down to the brass tacks of baby vaccinations.
Can these bones live, Lord?
As I think of the two years lost in the ministry, the wise saints who have gotten older
the families that have gotten more worn down,
the community that has huddled closer over the last 18 months.
But they are good bones of ministry, I think fiercely,
And we are doing good things, as we brave the elements to worship ouside,
as we pray and take care of those in our congregation who are sick
these are the bones of ministry I think as our deacons keep in touch with our far flung families,
and our Sunday School teacher bravely starts a new ministry
Can these bones live?
You know God….
Meanwhile, I think I’ll concentrate on the plan of getting through October
–Thanks for letting me do it one day at a time God—
and thank you for October.