Yet, O Lord, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.

(Isaiah 64:8)


That’s what this year has been for me. For a lot of us, really.

Okay for most, if not all, of us.

So much change, in such a short time.

Ten months, give-or-take.

Blink of an eye, really, for all that’s changed.

We’re meeting virtually now. Schooling virtually too. We’re re-thinking ways of doing the most common things.

My church holds services outside these days, where folks can sit in their cars, no less, and listen to the scriptures and the sermon and the songs right there on their car radio. All while staying socially distant and warm.


The pandemic that’s still quite with us, and maybe even quite a bit more with us now that fall is preparing to exit-stage-left and winter prepares to enter-stage-right, has us all working on re-working our days and our doings.

Our old ways of doing have to be, for now, re-worked.

Like that clay vessel, maybe? That Jeremiah spoke of?

Me? I’m not saying that God, as potter, is fashioning us all to be forever tethered to a screen, or to see our loved ones and colleagues only ever in tiny boxes on those screens.

But maybe God, as potter, and God, as God, is taking this almost-year that the locusts seem to have sorta stolen, and is, or could be, fashioning us into something new as we – and He – endure the present moment.

It is just that. A moment. Honest.

A moment.

A long moment, yes.

Ten months, give-or-take.

So yeah, a really, really long moment.

And yet.


Life will move on. It always does. We know this. At least those of us who’ve lived through life a bit. Maybe not quite like this, I’ll grant you that. But we know.

The present circumstances will change.

This moment will change. It always does, as the Greek philosopher Heraclitus told us a gazillion years ago.“The only constant in life is change”(~Heraclitus.)

The only constant in life is change.

Maybe, though, that’s a good thing?

Maybe all these lessons that we’re all learning and all these changes we’re all making will make the future just a bit better for all of us?

Maybe learning that we need community – so much so that we’re making meals and eating them with each other without really eating them with each other, without being in the same room or city or state even – maybe this will change us?

Change how we appreciate being with each other, when the world goes back to normal.

No. Scratch that.

Not back.


To a new normal. A better normal, even.

Re-fashioned. Re-imagined. Re-worked.

Into something more beautiful.



“The only constant in life is change” (~Heraclitus)

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