As we start our seventh week of sheltering-in-place we’re still adjusting to new combinations of stillness and stress. And we’re still learning to balance uncertainty with hope. Here’s a few things stirring up hope in my life.
Kate Bowler’s “A Rhythm for an Uncertain Week” is timely and encouraging.
I’m loving the song Island by Audrey Assad. I’ve also really been enjoying Bifrost Art’s album, Lamentations: Simple Songs of Lament and Hope Vol. 1.
I tried a new bread recipe in my Dutch oven a couple weeks ago. (Is it just me or is everyone making their own bread now!?) The first loaf was delicious. I cut it up and served it with this. I recently made another loaf and added some honey.
I also made these yeast-free cinnamon rolls for our quiet Easter morning and yes, they were the best.
I finished Henri Nouwen’s book, Life of the Beloved. It’s his letter to a friend explaining Christian spiritual life to a secular audience. With warmth and compassion, Nouwen invites the reader to live in their true identity, Beloved.
“To be chosen as the Beloved of God is something radically different. Instead of excluding others, it includes others. Instead of rejecting others as less valuable, it accepts others in their own uniqueness. It is not a competitive, but a compassionate choice. Our minds have great difficulty in coming to grips with such a reality. Maybe our minds will never understand it. Perhaps it is only our hearts that can accomplish this. Every time we hear about ‘chosen people’, ‘chosen talents’, or ‘chosen friends’, we almost automatically start thinking about elites and find ourselves not far from feelings of jealousy, anger, or resentment. Not seldom has the perception of others as being chosen led to aggression, violence, and war.”— Henri Nouwen
Walks or bike rides with Aaron have been good reminders of beauty. We walk around the neighborhood or nearby trails, and sometimes skip the walk and take a scenic drive instead. In the past couple weeks we’ve explored Walden Pond and the trails in Minute Man National Historic Park.
Where have you noticed beauty or hope around you?