Life at a Distance

Vern just walked in with a distinct smell on his lips. He was spotted outside a couple of minutes ago doing his business, so it is best for everyone to keep their distance.

Just got back from the grocery store where everyone was wearing face masks and practicing social distancing. I appreciate the seriousness people are taking with the virus, but it still makes me sad living my life at a distance.

I miss the eye contact and the spontaneous hugs when running into someone you haven’t seen in months. How about the times when sadness overtakes you and a friend or loved one reaches over to hold your hand. Moments that were so common place are now memories.

People are created to be social. When I think of Jesus, I think of his touch. He began his ministry by touching a leper, unthinkable to the societal norm. Jesus didn’t stop there. Later, he healed a blind man by touching his eyes.  And there was the time the woman, tormented by bleeding for twelve years, considered unclean, reached out to touch Jesus’ garment. Everyone was thinking he was going to rebuke her, but instead calls her daughter. And then there was the time he demonstrated his love for his disciples by washing their feet. Touching. Our God touched us and I believe we are meant to do the same.

There will be a day when we will touch relatives and friends again. But for now, I believe Jesus is calling us to touch the ones that live within common walls. As for Vern, he will get his hugs in a little bit. Until then, Bee can be his hug buddy.