Time Warp, what’s that? Well, aside from all the science fiction stuff, it can mean “An illusion in which time appears to stand still—a hypothetical discontinuity in the flow of time. Timewarp can also mean a time of total isolation, having no interaction with or connection to other people, or places—separated from outside events—in a sense, cut off from the rest of the world. Does any of that sound familiar to you? It certainly seems to describe the world, in which I am now living.
Last week I talked about how our world seemed to be spinning out of control. This week I am suddenly wondering if our planet hasn’t come to a dead stop on its axis. Oh, I’m not thinking that it is the end of the world, not yet, but I am thinking that I feel kind of weird—like I’m in Limbo.
I’ve always been such a purposeful and disciplined person. Like many of you, I follow the same routine every morning. When I crawl out of bed, I already have a plan for the day, including prayer and Bible reading, but I especially look forward to those rare days when I don’t have to leave the house for any reason—those days when I can stay in my robe if I want to, and completely forget about makeup.
Now that I am told to “shelter in place,” and expected to stay home, it’s not nearly as pleasurable as it may have seemed, and the work that I planned for today doesn’t really have to be done. Does it? And—why not stop what I am doing and watch a TV program instead? Actually, I usually write this blog on Monday, but I have succeeded in putting it off until today because I have had no definite direction. By now, you have probably figured that out.
I am continually trying to lose weight. Ordinarily, I stay away from chocolate and all the other goodies. Now, all of a sudden those delicious little caloric demons don’t seem quite so offensive. Surely, living in this vacuum, with almost no interaction with other people—cut off from the rest of the world, I can indulge without doing irreparable harm to myself. Don’t you think?
AND—I find myself thinking about the strangest things. I’m wondering if I can get the same number of wipes from a roll of two-ply toilet paper as I can get from a single-ply roll. I’m also thinking about that beautiful blue, Calvin Klein, a blouse that I didn’t buy at Dillard’s, and a lovely riverboat cruise down the Danube.
One routine I have clung to, during this strange warp in time, is my twice-weekly visits to my sister. I know that assisted living places are closed to visitors, but until yesterday, I have been allowed to come. However, yesterday, the caregivers were unhappy with me. They took my temperature, checked me over and allowed me to stay, but I can’t go back. That breaks my heart. June will never understand why I don’t show up. She isn’t always sure who I am, but she knows I belong there. I guess what I am trying to say is, “So much has changed in such a short period of time.” Seems like the rules are no longer the same. That leaves me confused and uncertain.
Bad things happen to everyone, but they almost never happen to everyone at the same time. However, even those who have not fallen victim to the virus, who have not lost their job, who are not wondering where the next dollar will come from, are still victim to the circumstances. Everyone is anxious, perhaps fearful, and painfully careful hoping against hope that this thing will soon run its course and all will be well again.
We are all asking, when, when—when will the world begin to spin again, and when will life return to normal? The authorities tell us that it will end when the curve begins to flatten and we are on our way down the far side of it. We thought, maybe, two weeks would be enough time, but we know better than that now, and life may never get back to the normal we knew a few weeks ago. We have lost loved ones, jobs, income, and our sense of security. Our government has promised to fix some of this if they can just quit quarreling long enough to get it done.
I can’t fix it. Truth is, our Government with all its best effort cannot fix it, but I know one, who can.
2 Chronicles 7:14 says, “If my people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”
For some time I have prayed that God will heal the breach in our beloved country. I do not believe that God caused this deadly virus, but I am thinking that, perhaps, He is allowing it in order to get our attention.
Not to be preachy, but our country needs healing, and God has promised to do just that, but there are some contingencies. We must humble ourselves and call upon God and turn from our sin. If we meet those terms, God will forgive us and heal our land. That is His sure promise.
TRY IT! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE.
REMEMBER, THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW!