This is a "Corona crucifixion" from which we will all rise triumphant--I hope...
Trump wanted us to rise again by Easter. That probably won't happen.
But Father Richard Rohr, one of my touchstones in the Catholic faith, reminded his followers yesterday that in these days leading up to the Resurrection of our Lord, we truly are facing a crucifixion of our own.
In his Daily Meditation, he wrote:
It seems that nothing less than some kind of pain will force us to release our grip on our small explanations and our self-serving illusions. Resurrection will always take care of itself, whenever death is trusted. It is the cross, the journey into the necessary night, of which we must be convinced, and then resurrection is offered as a gift.
In this time of suffering we have to ask ourselves, what are we going to do with our pain? Are we going to blame others for it? Are we going to try to fix it? No one lives on this earth without it. It is the great teacher, although none of us want to admit it. If we do not transform our pain, we will transmit it in some form. How can we be sure not to transmit our pain onto others?
Again, we are told to go "inward" in our forced exile from one another. To use the time to face our demons. And find our joy--perhaps, even, a new path.
The Earth itself is benefiting from our absence. Air is cleaner worldwide, due to the travel bans. Water, too--dolphins are swimming in the canals in Venice again, after a long absence. And our best minds, with lots of time to ponder, are proposing practical, "right now" ways to continue the healing even after we've re-emerged.
I've found myself wanting to pray for that--wanting to pray a lot, lately. I've even discovered that EWTN offers online Eucharistic Adoration each day, here: https://www.ewtn.com/catholicism/adoration
For you non-Catholics, that's when we sit before the "Host," which we believe to be Jesus Himself, in silence. Some do a "Holy Hour" following a prescribed sequence of prayers. Some come to prostrate themselves. I've seen some approach the altar on their knees, or on foot, sobbing from loss or deep despair.
Others just come to sit with Him. Staring at the beautiful monstrance to center or comfort themselves.
That's what I do. Waiting for a "message." Or just basking in the feels.
Something marvelous may be happening to us. I hope so. I pray so.
But first...the crucifixion...