I'm not ashamed to own that I need deliverance. It may be considered a sign of weakness; well, it is weakness, because you're admitting you need help. I sat down to pray and said "Lord, deliver us from this pandemic!”. But, I reconsidered that prayer and changed one word, "Lord, deliver us in this pandemic!"
I still fear that if we get out of this too quickly, we will think about how brilliant we are as humans. We will congratulate ourselves on our ingenuity and ability to work our way out of our dilemmas, and stoke the fantasy that we are invincible! There is a humbling that needs to happen right now, something different from anxiety and fear based shrinking of the ego. Rather, a conscious repentance from our arrogance and ignorance and entitlement. This might be what it means to be delivered 'in' the pandemic. Truthfully, I want both, but, for now I'm asking for the latter. O, Lord deliver us in the pandemic. Teach us your way.
GS
Watch The Goodness Project video — Thin Places: The Hanging Gardens
On Woolwich Street, behind the County of Wellington Courthouse is a beautiful garden characterized by the extensive ivy that crawls along its stone walls. The courthouse buildings were formerly the county jail and the garden was the location of public hangings between the 19th- and early-20th centuries. The song playing in the background is a cover of the song “A Falling Through” by Ray LaMontagne, performed by Sember Wood.