2020: Heart of my own heart, whatever befall
I consult my heart. If the experience of 2020 - largely framed around COVID-19 - could be surmised in one word, what would it be? Rest. Quiet. Tumult. Distraction. Sanity. Fatigue. Depressing. Hope. Reformation. Such were the paradox of days since March to this moment, as life's pendulum swung from one end to the other. And all that my soul came in touch with bore the transferred weight of joys as well as sorrows. A wise saying goes that life is made up a thousand joys and a thousand sorrows. And somewhere in between, God breathes into the fog and I am invited to a sacred pathway that opens up. A light rain falls. We walk, and talk, along what looks like an Emmaus-destined road. And finally the true questions emerge from within - "What is the condition of my heart, Lord? What am I taking with me into 2021?" I'm growing into the answer from several meditations within Mark 6 - 8. Two strangely inter-twined themes come across - first, the continuing call to restedness