I haven’t written anything for fun in a while. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve lost confidence as a writer- or I’ve just been consumed with writing essays on Keats and Coleridge this semester. I think it’s probably the first option. This year has been challenging to say the least. We’re told we have to stay six feet apart and to avoid large crowds. That social gatherings should be avoided and that Zoom is the way to go. I don’t disagree with this, nor do I think wearing a mask is a huge sacrifice to make, but I for one will be glad when I can throw my mask in the trashcan and not have to worry about social distancing. I think we’ve learned a lot about ourselves collectively as a society this year. We’ve discovered that we’re not as selfless as a society as we’d like to think. We’ve also discovered that for all the benefits and expediency technology has brought to the table- no Zoom call can replace the intricacies that are found in face to face interaction. This year has not been for naught though. Maybe we’ve learned a few things about ourselves and others this year. I know I have. I’ve learned that while I like the quiet- I also enjoy the company of people and the conversations in that company that ensue. I’ve been reminded time and time again that for all of the comforts and joys this world offers- nothing is guaranteed and everything is fleeting. Death has been constant this year, and it seems like people aren’t done dying in droves yet. Writing this I’m reminded of something a friend told me along the lines of, “For the unbeliever, the earth is the closest to heaven one will get. For the believer, the earth is the closest thing to hell they will experience.” I think it’s fair to say many have experienced hellish conditions this year. I for one have been guilty of growing far too comfortable in my lifestyle. I have too often acted as if this earth is my permanent home, yet all the while the time I spend on this earth will be minute compared to the eternity that awaits me and every one of us. I’m not perfect. I’ve screwed up more times than I care to admit. But I also know deep down that His grace is sufficient for me and His power is made perfect in my weakness. 2020 has exposed a lot of that weakness. It turns out none of us have it as altogether as we would like. I’m glad Jesus never said we had to have it altogether, aren’t you?