“My times are in your hands” seems to be more true for us today than it was before Covid-19. But whether we were less aware of that truth before this pandemic it has always been true that we were born without being consulted and no matter the manner of our end there is only one way out. Living in-between birth and death we are continually pursued by all manner of enemies, even microscopic ones, as we have become painfully aware of. No matter their size they all mean to do us harm and sooner or later will catch up with even those who live, as they say, a charmed life. Resistance is futile and denial of death leads one to act in ways that may in fact hasten one’s demise. Like crowding onto Port A beaches this last weekend. But to say “into your hands I commit my spirit” in the midst of life means the in-between time that we are given belongs to the One whose unfailing love is a refuge, a rock, a fortress. I can live fully into the limitations of my life, and the isolation of stay at home orders, because the God I trust is limitless. The freedom found in the faithful God who dying our death denied death the last word is that we can let go of holding onto our times so tightly and in doing so live them more fully, more honestly, more faithfully. Or as the apostle Paul put it, “whether we live or whether we die, we belong to the Lord.” (Romans 14:8)
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