Spring will come

It seems so cliche to say, but if we are learning anything in this crisis it is that our lives are not about the time we have, but rather how we utilize the time we are given. I have seen several memes on the internet in the past two months that express humorously this sentiment.

One I remember is a picture of a man and woman. The woman has a list of chores. The man says, “I’ll do it when I get enough time.” The caption said, “2019”. The second panel of course had the same woman, holding the same list, tapping her foot. The man’s speech balloon had him saying, “Oh, no.” The caption read, “2020”.

I think back on times in my life when I could have spent more time with the relationships I have but chose instead to work. There have been people in my life who I have passed by or passed off because I deemed them time wasters. That is a mistake I don’t intend on making again.

I have a friend who lost both of her parents this week within 9 hours of each other due to the Covid-19. I have dear and precious family members who are battling cancer. I have friends who are trying to make sense of this whole mess while they are fighting depression.

Nicaragua, as well, has been hit hard this week. We enjoyed a respite for a while. Other countries seemed to have a much more difficult time of it. Now they are saying the epicenter of the virus is Central America. Every day we hear of someone new. Today I heard that the hard working librarian out the main library is “grave”. For those of you who have travelled to Granada you would have met her.

People are putting pleas on Facebook for rides to the hospital and for oxygen tanks.

But in all this dreary news, we still have hope. Historically every pandemic the world has known has been followed by a renewal. We experience it every Spring in the United States. One of the things I miss about the Midwest are the seasons. A bleak winter is always followed by the season of regeneration. Here in Nicaragua it is not quite the same illustration. We have four seasons to be sure. The problem is that the seasons are “hot”, “very hot”, “stupidly hot”, and “rain”.

But nonetheless, we can have hope in this horrible Winter of our world that Spring will come.

Now comes the question, “What’s next?” “How will this experience affect the rest of my life?” For those who have lost loved ones and friends, we can surely understand their lives will never be completely the same. But what about the rest of us. Will we change? Will it take more time to build the important aspects of our lives? Will we ever say again, “I just wish people would leave me alone?”

Probably sometimes we will. That might be a welcome sign of normalcy. The moment we realize that we are tired of all the renewed social activity. More importantly have we learned anything about our interconnected lives by having those connections ripped away?

In the mean time, hold onto those who are close. Revel in the thought that God has you in the hollow of his hand. Rejoice that this is a fleeting moment in the history of the world. Reflect the love of Christ to everyone you can.

Spring will come again. Rest in that hope. Spend your time wisely.

Thanks to all for your support in my personal family struggles. I appreciate you more than words can express.

Dios los bendiga

Growing up on the mission field for most of my youth, I never imagined leaving the U.S. other than to serve on short-term mission trips. But, it was on one of those ministry tours to Granada, Nicaragua, that I fell in love with the Nicaraguan people and Uno Mas Ministries began.

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