It was inevitable. It was only a matter of time, but I got it. COVID. I’m only a few days into this new journey and so far, so good. For me, a sore throat and some achiness. However, like you, I have friends and acquaintances who haven’t faired as well.
It’s Christmas Eve 2020 as I write this. I should be attending a Christmas Eve service, but I’m not. I should be looking forward to a family gathering for Christmas, but it’s not happening this year. A positive coronavirus test changed all that. Just for a moment, I started feeling sorry for myself. Totally selfish reaction in light of so many losses this year to the virus.
So, I got to thinking, why should I be feeling sorry. I mean really. Mary and Joseph probably had every reason to feel sorry for themselves. Think of their “first Christmas.” Think of how it started. Required to travel to their city of origin, Bethlehem, with Mary 9 months pregnant. That was at least a 90-mile journey on foot or by donkey. No Holiday Inn when they arrived, only a not-so-well ventilated stable full of stable stuff. Not my first choice of locations or yours either. But instead of feeling sorry, check Mary’s response to these circumstances in Luke 2:19 – “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” Don’t let life’s disappointments remove the treasures God has reserved for your heart.