Spring is coming
“Hope begins in the dark. If you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work. You don’t give up.” —Anne Lamott
Her parents were erudite, liberal California unbelievers. In Anne’s words, mother “didn’t believe in God” and father “despised” Christianity. “Believing meant that you were stupid. Ignorant people believed, uncouth people believed, and we were heavily couth.”
One Sunday, about noon, Anne was wandering through a large flea market, as was her Sunday practice, when her ears picked up music emanating from a ramshackle, homely little church across the street. After years of wandering through alcohol abuse, cocaine, psychedelic mushrooms, destructive relationships and suicidal thoughts, something about that music went straight to her heart.
About once a month, she found herself returning and standing outside. One Sunday she went in. Later, she wrote that the music “enveloped me, pulled me in and split me open.”
One Sunday she stayed for the sermon that included a story about a little girl who got lost and couldn’t find her way home. A policeman drove her around until suddenly she recognized her church and said, “You can let me out here. That’s my church, and I can always find my way home from there.”
Anne joined that church. Today, she’s a church leader and a best-selling author. She dedicated her book, “Traveling Mercies,” to that church, writing, “No matter how bad I am feeling, how lost or lonely or frightened, when I see the faces of the people at my church, and hear their tawny voices, I can always find my way home.”
Tired of the pandemic, the same ’ol same ’ol?
Hang in there. To paraphrase Psalm 30:5, “Winter may rule the night, but Spring’s coming in the morning.”