In a Time of Pandemic: A Variation on a Theme
By David Morrison
Blessed are the vulnerable: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are the sick: for they shall experience the depths of community and family. Blessed are the recovered who have a new life to bring into the world. Blessed are the fearful: for they will discover that fear has a limit. Blessed are the exhausted health care workers with mask lines etched into their faces. Blessed are the public servants who have to keep it together for everyone else. Blessed are those who can’t afford to work from home and have no options for their children. Blessed are the ones who must figure out payroll for their work family. Blessed are the hoarders of toilet paper and eggs: for they will one day realize that the only ones they have deprived are themselves. Blessed are the opportunists and swindlers: for they shall face themselves when the masks fall off. Blessed are you when you sit in the silence of uncertainty, willing to trust—holding all of these and especially the dying here in a sacred space.
