When Charles Dickenson wrote, “It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,” he must have living through a pandemic. Not 90 days ago, I wrote Resolutions where I detailed my decision to believe in the willingness of the God I serve, and here I sit in a time of unprecedented uncertainty.
We all know what’s going on: COVID-19 dropped on the scene in November of 2019 and now has us hoarding toilet paper, hand sanitizer, soap, and anything else we can get our hands on. It has shown us how fear breeds greed, selfishness, and alarm. I will not attempt to conceal my own fear because it is there. The only difference is I have decided to not give in. I will not allow the fear of the unknown to dictate my actions or my beliefs
See how easy it is? There are those of us given over to complaining, and I am chief among them. I can complain about anything, and I often complain about everything. Why this and not that? Why then and not now? Why me and not them? I’m also hypocritical about it. Whenever I am unlucky enough to be forced to endure someone else expressing their discontent, I find myself thinking, “You really do complain a lot.” It is Aristotle who said, “We are what we do repeatedly.” What does that make me? I’ve wasted so much time and missed some of the greatest moments because I was complaining.