COVID-19 Lockdown, Day 14
Slept in very late today. Tried to order groceries via Shipt, but their website decided at the last minute to announce that I could only get groceries through them if I paid a monthly fee. So, I decided to bite the bullet and go down the street to Aldi. At least today, there was no shortage of milk, eggs, or bread like the other times.
I was reading the news reports yesterday, and I was concerned to read about people losing their jobs because of the lockdown. Though I hate having to contact my clients via telephone (I hate talking on the phone, period), at least my agency is considered essential, and at least my job is considered essential. The last time I heard the term "essential worker" was on Schindler's List. When we do have to go out, we have been encouraged to carry our work IDs in case we are stopped.
Still, tomorrow is Palm Sunday, and yet again, the only church service available to me is via a computer screen. Perhaps I should not complain so much about it even though I miss my church family and group worship. In retrospect, perhaps this is helping me to share in the sufferings of North Korea, China, the Middle East, and parts of Africa, where it is dangerous for Christians to come together for worship. Especially for secret converts in families and communities hostile to Christians, this is the only way they can hear the Word.
Passover begins on Wednesday evening this coming week, and here we are, sheltering ourselves again from a plague. On the night of the first Passover, the Hebrew families each sacrificed a lamb to God, and then they brushed the blood on the beams and lintels of their doorways, and the Angel of Death, bringing the 10th Plague, passed over their homes, and death did not visit them. That is what we remember on Good Friday and Resurrection (or Paschal) Sunday, aka Easter. The blood of Jesus, the true sacrificial Lamb, covered us and washed away our sins. In that spirit, some people are now pledging to hang red ribbons on their properties in defiance to Satan and the pandemic. This is especially for the holiday, but something that can be done now as the red ribbon is a sign of prayer for God's protection. I intend to do so, and I hope you will join me.
In closing for the week, this pandemic has gotten me thinking of a song that a young woman would sing at an afternoon church service. It made everyone shout and cry. I hope you will listen and pray on the words.
Signing off.
I was reading the news reports yesterday, and I was concerned to read about people losing their jobs because of the lockdown. Though I hate having to contact my clients via telephone (I hate talking on the phone, period), at least my agency is considered essential, and at least my job is considered essential. The last time I heard the term "essential worker" was on Schindler's List. When we do have to go out, we have been encouraged to carry our work IDs in case we are stopped.
Still, tomorrow is Palm Sunday, and yet again, the only church service available to me is via a computer screen. Perhaps I should not complain so much about it even though I miss my church family and group worship. In retrospect, perhaps this is helping me to share in the sufferings of North Korea, China, the Middle East, and parts of Africa, where it is dangerous for Christians to come together for worship. Especially for secret converts in families and communities hostile to Christians, this is the only way they can hear the Word.
Passover begins on Wednesday evening this coming week, and here we are, sheltering ourselves again from a plague. On the night of the first Passover, the Hebrew families each sacrificed a lamb to God, and then they brushed the blood on the beams and lintels of their doorways, and the Angel of Death, bringing the 10th Plague, passed over their homes, and death did not visit them. That is what we remember on Good Friday and Resurrection (or Paschal) Sunday, aka Easter. The blood of Jesus, the true sacrificial Lamb, covered us and washed away our sins. In that spirit, some people are now pledging to hang red ribbons on their properties in defiance to Satan and the pandemic. This is especially for the holiday, but something that can be done now as the red ribbon is a sign of prayer for God's protection. I intend to do so, and I hope you will join me.
In closing for the week, this pandemic has gotten me thinking of a song that a young woman would sing at an afternoon church service. It made everyone shout and cry. I hope you will listen and pray on the words.
Signing off.
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