Freedom In Infection

***The heart of this post, though it discusses a friend whose family had mild cases of COVID and survived, seeks in no way to communicate that COVID-19 is “mild” or that fear of being infected unfounded. Though my friend has mostly recovered, without seemingly long-term health effects, does not mean that countless others haven’t suffered permanent, devastating loss in the face of the same disease. My friend is white, affluent, works from home and has more than adequate health care. As do I. Our reality has not been the reality of death for over 317,000+ other Americans, and my reflections are not intended to diminished their stories.

Though it’s been over two years since our kids were at the same school, two close friends (I’ll call them Amber and Sarah) and I still connect a few times a month. We’ve talked our way through Brene Brown and Richard Rohr books, prayed our teenage and adult kids through seasons of struggle and all spring deliberated for hours over who we hoped (and predicted) would receive the Democratic presidential nomination.

Last month, COVID-19 cycled through Amber’s household so for weeks we forewent our quarantine ritual of walks along the Platte River. Yesterday, we finally reconnected for the first time since mid-November, and I was amazed at how relaxed Sarah and I felt with Amber.

There was such freedom of there being virtually no chance, even if we were asymptomatic, we were a danger to Amber. And since her family had all been well for over two weeks, she wasn’t endangering us. As we all said goodbye at the end of our walk, both Sarah and I had huge smiles on our faces as we freely hugged Amber. We then turned awkwardly to one another and nodded. Sarah and I still had to be cautious with each other.

All day I’ve been in awe at how light it is to relate to a close friend who has survived COVID-19. We didn’t both have to catch and recover from the disease in order to enjoy the simplicity it brought to greeting and talking together, only one of us had to go through it.

The freedom I felt yesterday reminds me of what it’s like to talk to someone about a struggle I know they have personally endured. Whatever it is—grief in marriage, a kid struggling with anxiety, a cancer diagnosis or a teenager overhauling their identity—I don’t have to worry about what they can handle or understand because they’ve already survived it. I can simply let my guard down and take a posture of receiving care and comfort.

What if we could somehow know more of what others around us have gone through? Would we share more of our own struggles with them? What capacity for care would be available to us all if we felt freer to draw closer to one another?

And what if we more deeply understood what it means that God was fully “infected” by humanity and survived the journey? Maybe we’d be less afraid and move in closer for the relief our bodies feel in a strong embrace.

Beyond Holding On

This time of year, when I’m weary of the cold, short days, darkness becomes a force to survive. I start counting down the days til the WInter Solstice, trying to outlast discouragement.

Waiting it out. Making it through. Holding on. These are strategies I perfected at an early age in a chaotic home.

But Barbara Brown Taylor’s words invite me to a different posture in these final seven days before 2020’s diminishment of light ends.

“I have learned things in the dark that I could never have learned in the light, things that have saved my life over and over again, so there is really only one logical conclusion. I need darkness as much as I need light.”

Learned. Saved. Needed. These are not words I associate with darkness.

What if instead of surviving darkness I could relax into it? Savor it? Enjoy it? Is that even possible?

Opening up. Resting in. Embracing. Not things I learned to do as a child, but often what my soul is asked to do on its journey towards adulting.

This year, December 22nd will be a longer day, but only by three seconds. An imperceptible shift that usually has to accumulate for months before I sense the relief of it.

But, if I can embrace this final week of deepening darkness, maybe my spirit will be more able to sense the growing light in the weeks to come.

J.R.R. Tolkien says it this way:

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all the lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

How will I embrace this final, long week rather than merely survive it? How will you?

Resource: These quotes and so many other great insight has seeped into my heart this advent through Kathy Escobar’s Advent guide A Weary World: Reflections for a Blue Christmas.

5 Things That Are Making Me Hopeful

Over the past few months, with hope in short supply, my soul has learned to notice, grab ahold of and savor even the smallest of things that open up a place in my chest to breathe a bit deeper. In case you are hanging on by a thread today, here are the things that are helping me believe that our world (and more specifically my life) will not always be what it is today.

#1 This short video on the careers of Supreme Court Justices Sandra Day O’Connor and Ruth Bader Ginsburg:

“Suppose we had come of age at a time when women lawyers were welcome at the bar, today we would be retired partners in a big law firm. But because that route was not open to us we had to find another way and we both ended up on the United States Supreme Court.”

I am clinging to the hope that when a route is not open to me, there are more powerful things I can become.

#2 A line of prayer from Sarah Bessey’s Advent Guide this year:

“Teach us how to wait well with defiance and compassion, give us good work to do today to keep the sadness our companion not our master.”

I want to learn how sadness is my companion but not my master.

#3 I’m trying on the idea of becoming an Episcopalian so listened to Brene Brown’s Unlocking Us podcast featuring Bishop Michael Curry. So much quotable wisdom but I’m replaying certain segments just to hear him laugh. It is so refreshing to hear a world leader joyful at a time like this.

I want to laugh even in this heavy season.

#4 On December 3rd, a year from the day Kamala Harris dropped out of the Democratic presidential nomination race, she was announcing her chief of staff as Vice President Elect.

With all that has unraveled in the span of less than a year, I am clinging to the possibility of what our lives can encompass a year from now.

#5 A stanza from Jan Richardson’s poem Blessing the Tools of Grief:

“It is hard to see from here

how these tools are the same ones that will make us again,

this time with an aching slowness,

a painful pace so measured we will hardly perceive it

when it begins to happen—

the joining that comes piece to piece

in a pattern that will never be the same

but will leave us inexplicably whole.”

I know things will never be the same again but I still want to feel inexplicably whole.

BONUS: Though questionably inappropriate for a 13 year-old boy, my son and I are taking a lot of joy in making our way through Season 1 of Apple TV’s show Ted Lasso!

Brave Delusions

Richard Rohr summarizes psychologist Carl Jung’s philosophy in these words:

“Humans produce in art the inner images the soul needs in order to see itself and to allow its own transformation.”

But what if our “art”, the image that leads us towards greater emotional health, is a delusion? Can something false help us see what is true in ourselves?

de·lu·sion

• an idiosyncratic belief or impression that is firmly maintained despite being contradicted by what is generally accepted as reality or rational argument

No other work of art better portrays the way our self-created delusions help us live into reality than the 2007 movie Lars and the Real Girl. This slow, exquisite, tender and brilliant film follows Lars and his girlfriend, Bianca on the journey of their love story—except Biana is a blow up, life sized doll Lars buys off the internet. The movie masterfully explores how our delusions are a way to work out our fears, take risks we can’t take alone and test the waters of the world’s ability to accept us. They can even be a lifeline to hope.

Join me on December 22nd from 6:00-7:30 pm MST as I lead a small group discussion of the film and the ways “lies” have given us courage to tell the truth in our stories.