I was walking around my empty classroom today as they measured out the desks 6 feet apart. I looked through the protocols put in place for Monday when the students will come back. I have been asked about how I feel about everything. One dear friend showed such care, it was touching. In my head I imagined how this Covid gets around. I saw it as if were drops of paint. Such small things, these viruses. I heard an old song in my head that is so poignant for these days. The strums and rhythm came to me as if on a wind. Why did this song pop in? Let me tell you about it.
I first heard this song as a young adult. My choir director, Tony, was/is like a big brother to me. He let me call him my brother and he would bring interesting music to me. It was like developing a palate, he was helping me develop my ear. Sting's "Fragile" was one of the songs that came to me through him.
"On and on the rain will fall, like tears from a star. Tears from a star. On and on the rain will say, 'How fragile we are. How fragile we are."
We are fragile. We are all like broken pieces walking around with our jagged pieces sticking out to avoid getting hurt any farther. Sin breaks us the moment we breathe our first breath of air. It is mixed in with our humanity. We need an Eraser. You know where I am going with this, right? The more He erases, the more me I become. I can afford to love, I know the Fountain where love comes from. I break and I go to the One who fixes me. He is a Rock and I am fragile, silly fragile short-living human.
Guys, I don't know what I am doing. I don't. I am fragile. But I serve, thankfully, a strong and mighty God. Who knows what will end up happening to me? Only God knows. So... I'm not going to try and figure it all out. I'm going to trust, like a child in my Good God's plan. I advise you other fragile humans like me, to do the same. Praise the Lord!