Well, I needed hope. For days I tried booking my booster. CVS suggested I head to Haverhill on December 20th. Too late. Finally, I stopped by Gloucester’s Senior Center. They referred me to Conley’s drug store in Ipswich.
And so it came to pass I joined the line at Our Lady of Hope in Ipswich. Conley’s and the Catholic Church partnered to bless all takers. Easy parking. And the fellowship hall(my Baptist term) provided an airy place to wait.
As I entered, music filled the space. The person ahead of me mumbled, “Thank God it’s not Christmas music.” Suddenly I heard the lyrics to, “I Will Survive!” I said to the women nearby, “Hey, listen to that. We’re at the right place for hope.” They laughed at the song’s timing. I meant that and more. The lyrics didn’t mention COVID. But when fear’s a worse epidemic, I received those three words as vocalized hope.
So, imagine my masked smile when the song, “Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive!” hit the airwaves as I stepped behind the curtain for my booster. Afterwards, I took my seat to wait the required fifteen minutes. Suddenly I heard, “Celebrate good times. Come on!” You can’t make this stuff up. Well, I could but didn’t. While waiting, I read Community Bible Study’s commentary on II Peter 3 and tapped my feet to “Celebrate.” Odd combo. But that’s life. Sometimes, doing one’s duty and minding the mundane provide teachable moments for God’s mini-classes or miracles.
Well, I believe neither place nor playlist were accidental. And while some of the lyrics aren’t worth repeating, the timing reminded me of creative ways God gets our attention. Yesterday, Our Lady of Hope represented what the Church should be, a healing and hopeful place. I don’t know who chose the music but I have a feeling I wasn’t the only one who left with a boost to more than my immune system. As I headed outside, the speakers blasted, “We are Fam-i-ly!”
We are family.
Which is reason enough to get in line and roll up our sleeves.
Besides, it’s Advent, part of God’s plan to heal and save us from something worse than COVID.
So head to your Bethlehem barn, the place you can’t imagine God will show up. Your Hope and mine waits for us. And remember, angels still sing.
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