Dear Friends in Christ—
Last year, I walked past this patch of crocuses on the evening of March 12, thinking of the school field trip my daughter was taking the next morning. I’d heard rumors that school might close for a week in response to this new “pandemic,” and I wondered how I was going to manage for a whole week.
So much has changed.
We all share so many of the larger losses of COVID. Over two and a half million people have died worldwide, and over five hundred thousand in our country. Many have suffered economically, and many—especially women and low-wage workers—have lost jobs. Depression and anxiety have spiked.
And we each have our story of personal losses—smaller, sometimes trivial, and yet very real. One daughter lost her lead in the school play last spring. The other one never got to say goodbye to her elementary school in person when she finished fifth grade. I have gotten to see my elderly parents—but I haven’t gotten to hug them in forever. And, of course, church. I mourn congregational singing.
Next Friday, March 12, our noon Stations of the Cross will mark this one-year anniversary of the pandemic. I invite you to take some time between now and then to name your losses. Make a list with paper and pencil if you have to. Take the time to see, truly, what your suffering has been, without judgement. And then bring that list and that suffering to our worship. Father Jason will be leading the liturgy, and he will be holding time and space to offer that suffering to God.
My heart is with you in this time of lament.
Yours in Christ,