I’ve sat down to write this post several times. It’s hard to sum up 2020 and then turn to 2021 when a lot of what occurred last year is still at the forefront of my mind and heart. But then I remembered this. Back in October, I wrote a poem expressing my observations and angst about what 2020 looked like from this American’s view. I’m not a poet by any stretch but I do like to dabble in it. So, here it goes: 2020 Heartache
“Happy new year!” We shouted with glee. “This will be the best year for me.”
Whoa, the world’s warning, something’s coming our way. It’s a hoax, a scam. Now, move on with your day.
Doctors and nurses are risking their lives. But at the same time, we won’t empathize.
Sickness and death caught us deep in its snare. “Yeah, right. It’s just the vulnerable, so why do we care?”
“What about our rights?” People like to ask. It seems freedom only matters when it comes to a mask.
So we marched for all to be treated the same. But another month went by and we forgot his name.
“All lives matter”, we’ve been told to say. But does that include the weak, refugee, and gay?
“What about babies in the womb?”, we type in our feed. Yes, of course, but there’s still caged babies in need.
Parents are struggling, and kids are, too. We’re trying to adapt to this tiresome new.
Small businesses have had to shut their door, while big corporations seem to grab so much more.
We spit and shout and show little grace, but would you do that to me if we were face to face?
There’s left and right, both with lies to be told. Each day that passes, the gossip gets old.
Stories are weaved that should cause us to break, but when truth won’t serve us, we call it fake.
We preach kindness and compassion as a way to heal, but when our tongues lash out, both lose their appeal.
“Don’t live in fear”, so many have said. Why would we say that with so many dead?
If 2020 has done anything well. It’s ripped off the veil and cracked open our shell.
Don’t lose attention and expect a turn. Have we gone all year with nothing to learn?
America the beautiful, a memorable song, but this year we sure have gotten it wrong.
The pursuit of liberty is this nation’s goal. But does it really matter if we’ve lost touch with our soul?
My homeland, my country, that shining city on a hill. Truth be told, my heart aches for you, still.
Friends, One thing I keep coming back to is this. Even though we experienced 2020 heartache, and struggle with what’s going in the world, we need to remember that Jesus already overcame it. I wish you peace in this New Year.