This is a season of unplanned deprivation.
Yet, sometimes I find myself hunting for treasure.
Take my freezer, for example. Sometimes, I feel like an archaeologist, digging for buried treasure or something edible. I’ve taken to praying for the gift of interpretation.
As for my pantry, old boxes of jello, gotten for who knows why, look like gourmet fare. Wouldn’t think of tossing a crust of bread, as before, which leads me to one treasure unearthed.
During my childhood, we didn’t have much, yet it seemed enough and we were thankful. During this stay-at-home time, I’m not grocery shopping. Yet, I’m finding contentment hidden in relearning to make do or do without.
Last night, our family did a Zoom pizza party. Chad ordered the pizzas for both houses. When the delivery man showed up, I was so thrilled to see a person, I had to fight an urge to throw my arms around him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. (emphasis on nothings) The delivery guy and supper together, even virtual, dug up another relic.
Some of us practiced social distancing long before this pandemic, hiding behind packed schedules, self-imposed and man-made walls. So, why rescue being together from the rubble of life as we’ve known it?
Because Jesus knew we’d need each other and prayed for oneness just before he experienced the greatest separation imaginable. His prayer for togetherness included the disciples, along with you, me and all who’d follow.
“My prayer for all of them is that they will be one, just as you and I are one, Father.” John 17:21a, NLT
This isn’t about uniformity, that’s no gift. It’s about oneness as an extension of God’s unconditional love. Such overwhelming, undeserved love’s capable of changing the world from the inside out.
It’s already happening..
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