Till We Have Faces

Some random thoughts about the pandemic:

I first encountered sidewalk dining in Europe in 1970. It was love at first sight. I loved being outdoors; I loved watching the world walk by; I loved the open feeling it gives you versus being trapped in a cramped, noisy room. Now suddenly everyone has sidewalk dining whether they want to or not. Actually, here in California, it’s the only way a restaurant can do business. Parking your car is now a little more challenging since parking spaces in front of restaurants have turned into another row of tables. One block in the center of our town has been closed off to traffic so the whole street can accommodate platforms and tables for several restaurants. It’s actually kind of nice — one of the few things about this pandemic that is.

Others might be zoom meetings (they’re easier to set up and attend), less traffic (commute times have been cut in half), more isolation (if you like that sort of thing), and more online shopping (good for Amazon; not good for the mom-and-pop store in town). I have a feeling some things will be permanently changed. Many people are out of work; businesses have shut down. Still others have gotten creative about how they carry on their businesses or start new ones.

So I am now having my first Starbucks in at least a year. It’s not quite the complete experience but its close; there are no tables and chairs set up outside so I’m in my car, but I’ve got my latte and coffee cake next to me. It feels a little like a partial thaw. Four weeks to spring training. Will they open up the games to a limited-capacity audience? I just emailed my Angels ticket guy to get me in line for a couple of games in case they do.

We want to go back to the way things were. We want to be safe. We may not get to do both.

Most of all, I just want to see people’s faces. I’m thinking of the C.S. Lewis book: Till We Have Faces. Though I’ve never read it, the title seems apropos. The truth of the matter is, if we did or we didn’t have faces, who would know? Anyway, we won’t fully have faces until we see Jesus face-to-face. That’s when you’ll get yours and I’ll get mine. And won’t that be glorious?

And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lords glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. 2 Corinthians 3:18

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4 Responses to Till We Have Faces

  1. John A Fagliano says:

    Thanks for this Catch, John. It’s good to be reminded of what we have to look forward to.

  2. Remember the iconic photo of the sailor kissing the nurse on a crowded street filled with celebrants when they heard the breaking news that World War II ended?
    Perhaps I’m over-romanticizing it but I like to imagine another day similar to that when it’s announced and verified that the virus – and any other global plague – has, at long last, been vanquished.
    I can see millions of masks being tossed into the air like mortarboards at a college graduation. Lot’s of cheering, mingling, hugging, dancing, dining, partying, and celebrating in the streets. And many lips that have been too long hidden puckering up unabashedly to plant a big wet one on other beautifully unveiled and inviting faces.
    That’s in my fantasy world, of course, where everyone would be united, uninhibited in expressing their joy, and emotionally free to celebrate a mutually beneficial triumph. I wonder, however, if we can ever have those kinds of innocent celebrations any longer. – before we meet up in Heaven.
    Are we too PC, too reserved, too afraid, too cynical, too distrusting, too uncaring, to dour, or too disconnected to – as Prince sang – Party like it’s 1999?
    I hope not.

    We as followers of Jesus, should be the first to find reasons to party as often as possible because each day is filled with blessings and is a gift to us from our Daddy. The victory is already ours, so get the music going, put on your dancing shoes, and pucker up those lips!

    Shalom, Peace…

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