I visualized the monstrance standing still and silent within the closed tabernacle.

My heart rate spiked. My hands began to shake and sweat and then turned cold. I was suddenly alert, alarmed. Were we just zoombombed?

As fearful and fearless Christians, we are called to lovingly and cautiously care for our own lives and those of others, acknowledging the startling beauty and value of human life in all stages.

There is something that I am reminded of when we gather at our family table: the church’s practice of feasting.

These days, the only thing I am certain about is that because of the pandemic everything has changed and will continue to change in ways I can’t yet know.

You are called to become obedient enough to serve the God who invites you to do seemingly very little. The God who himself apparently does nothing as the disease spreads.