Eighteen years ago, I declared Sunday to be my “sabbath.” I wanted to breathe, to be still, to listen, to refuel, to gather the at-risk fragments of me. I wanted to let solitude center me so I could try my wings again.
Today, we are part of a global society that needs a “sabbath.” We’ve known this, but we needed a nudge. We needed a wave that would start somewhere and move to alert everybody and unify us as one. The corona virus is our nudge.
We will survive. And in the process, we will also renew our compassion, our wisdom, our strength, our ingenuity, our faith, and our courage to act.
The quest, however epic, is ours. We are intended to be the hero … and the keeper of the sabbath.