Good morning everyone.
I hope you are all well,
keeping cool.
Another scorching Sunday,
here,
in my beautiful ugly.
I was thinking earlier,
as I drank my tea, about,
how different my Sundays,
are since Covid.
Covid has taken away,
my Sunday,
rituals.
Since January of 2016,
I have gone to church,
every Sunday,
pretty much.
I got up early,
showered,
dressed in my version,
of Sunday best,
rain or shine,
snow or sleet,
hot or cold,
I either took,
the metro,
or walked to church.
Mornings,
I didn’t feel like it,
were few and far between.
I loved the quiet walk,
the nearly empty metro,
on a day of rest.
*On the sleepin’ city sidewalks,
I walked taking my time,
alone, with my thoughts,
my prayers.
I would arrive at my church,
usually early,
I would sit,
I would talk with,
members of my community,
at St-Jax’s,
where I used to go,
I would drink coffee,
at Epiphany where,
I now go,
I would sit in the pew,
behind Theresa,
and we would,
go over our week,
we would talk about,
upcoming dinners,
events,
about her great grandchildren,
she is over ninety,
Theresa,
she is my friend,
she is my sister.
Since Covid,
put us all into,
confinement.
Epiphany has been,
meeting on Saturday afternoons,
I like that,
I come back from,
my walk with Jenna,
mom and I have lunch,
and at 1h30,
we do Zoom church.
I have been invited,
to many Sunday,
online services,
I have attended,
a few,
watched a dear friend,
preach about ,
Black Lives Matter.
Earlier in our confinement,
I heard an excellent sermon,
on Psalm 23:
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not [a]want.
2 He makes me to lie down in [b]green pastures;
He leads me beside the [c]still waters.
3 He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will [d]dwell in the house of the Lord
[e]Forever.
I love the language of Psalm 23,
it is the most famous,
of the psalms,
most people,
churched or unchurched,
are familiar with at least,
part of that psalm.
So since Covid,
no church,
just quiet, meditative time.
I don’t miss God time,
everyday I have God time.
I miss my peeps,
I miss the gathering,
as a community,
I miss dressing,
perfuming,
I miss my quiet me time,
right before being ,
enfolded in the loving arms,
of my church.
I miss the best of Sunday,
and Sunday best.
Stay safe, stay hydrated,
wear a mask.
Much love to you all.
Later girls,
BB
*a line from Sunday morning sidewalk by Kris Kristofferson
