Exile, day three?

Stay or go?

Go where? How far? How long?

How long oh Lord, how long?

I am especially aware of my habits and preferences in the midst of exile. My days and weeks tend to have a very particular rhythm to them ~ a morning walk, work that aims towards Sunday, making connections with the community. Days that I order, in spaces that I am well familiar with. My life.

And now, exile. Order is not just interrupted, it has imploded.

I am back in the church today, the first time since Sunday. Yet, it is anything but normative. The air is thick and the day is yellow. {Better than the red sky a couple of days ago…that was absolutely eerie!} The town is so quiet; the church even more so. Quite honestly, I am in my study but my brain is anything but studious.

Stay or go?

Go where? How far? How long?

How long oh Lord, how long?

There have been no road-maps for Covid-19. And while there are level 1, level 2, and level 3 evacuation warnings, it turns out there is no reliable road-maps for exile either.

My pastoral encouragement to you includes prayer, gratitude for what remains, kindness and a huge measure of grace ~ for yourself and anyone else that is sharing your exile-space.

Pastor Leah