A buddy of mine sends me “Quarantini” pics of his nightly martini-of-choice. His attention to staging the ingredients with the recipe card positioned just so always brings a smile, if not always a “Yum.”
Another colleague sent pics of decade-old cancelled checks he and his wife had carried around since forever. Their quarantine allowed them to clear through the build up of mementos. I’m shipping him a shredder.
This Easter has been dubbed a digital Easter, digital being the appropriate adjective in a world of stay-at-home and shelter-in-place.
The upside? I get to worship with people I haven’t seen in a while, communing with them across time and space, sharing the same resurrection Word.
The downside? I won’t get to shake hands, hug bodies, and simply lean in with those I enjoy sharing space with.
The Christian Church is a communal affair. One Man, one God, uniting a whole bunch of people.
This Easter I’ll be thankful for digital while missing physical. I’ll be grateful that Easter is anchored in Jesus but just a tad sad it will be low touch.