Friday
Several years ago, as I grew a crown of frizz in the mist and and gray of my brother's graduation, we listened intently to Dr. Tony Campolo's sermon: It's Friiiiiiiiday...but SUNDAY'S COMING!! We have met Friday, and it might be a Friday we count in dog years. In our current toilet-paper -crazed, grocery-hoarding world full of panic and terror, we are even more vulnerable to the "Friday" disease than we are to this new respiratory illness. Social media networks and news pages are flooded with reasons for panic, excuses for greed, and the survivalist inside of us claws desperately at our sanity urging us to grasp at all the material security we can as if it can fill the void of uncertainty in our hearts. Meanwhile, we abandon our humanity, and leave the elderly who rely on one Rover trip to get to the grocery store, the people living paycheck to paycheck, and the sick and high risk with empty shelves and necessary public spaces full of exposure. In our...
