The directive was simple and straightforward. Stay in your homes from 5:00p.m. Saturday, until April the 7th. The Governor’s order allowed for doctor and pharmacy visits, and visits to the grocery store and walking, running, and hiking.
Kroger’s supermarket was full of people. The bathroom tissue aisles shelves were empty, as well as many others. A note in the bread department admonished the customers to take no more than three bread products and there were three Kroger Wheat Cracker boxes left. We took one.
A few people were wearing surgical masks and one gentleman had a respirator. People were attempting to obey the social distancing guidelines…but with the good manners of the midwesterners, they did not make a big thing of it.
During our Campus walk, Jonathon and I noticed the dark and foreboding clouds that surrounded us. Their appearance gave a feeling of a tangible substance that could be molded in the manner that my old childhood toy, Play Dough, could be formed. We saw one of two people…at a distance. There was a chill in the air.
I read that McDonalds is going to provide two children’s meals for each adult meal that they sell. Schnucks supermarket is opening an hour, from 6 a.m. to 7 a.m., for senior citizens to shop, before the general public is admitted. Our pastor and several wonderful people are working hard to provide our church congregation with a live streamed morning worship service, tomorrow.
Marta telephoned MJ and inquired as to how she was doing. MJ was greatly encouraged by a call from her friend.
My brother, Brock, texted me and wanted to know how we were doing. It is always good to hear from Brock.
My friend and Session colleague, Rob, continues to compliment my photography efforts. I regularly tell him that he is too kind…and he assures me that he is not…but that he is simply stating fact. After his kind remarks…I go out and snap a few more pics!
I watched, with gratefulness, Rev. Laurie Fields, who was our youth minister for several years, as she gave, morning prayers via the internet, and I admired what a good work that she is doing. Laurie is now the pastor of First Presbyterian Church in Harrisburg, Illinois.
Many times the, seemingly, smallest of acts or kindnesses, make my day. I often do not see God in the earthquake or the fire or the wind…but in the still small voice. ‘Then he said, ‘Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord.’ And behold the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.’
‘So it was, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. Suddenly a voice came to him, and said, ‘What are you doing here Elijah?’ I Kings 19: 11-13 NKJV
When I see people who are uncertain of what the road ahead is like, and who are frightened and who are suffering…reach out to their brothers and sisters to alleviate their pain and lighten the load that they are carrying…I hear the still small voice.
As our walk was concluding, the most lovely sunshine began breaking through the clouds…