COVID CURE: Laughing at Midnight
Let’s all just admit it: Everything in all our lives is a
little screwy after this long COVID isolation. AND … some things are
screwier than we know. I’m calling these last, long months before the
isolation officially ends “the cranky days.” My handyman, usually an
easygoing, jovial fellow, informed me that he wasn’t going to take “any
more of [my] emails—thirty was enough!”
I did have to
change
schedules with him due to circumstances beyond control—some distress in
the family, a friend being let go from his job, my brother’s wife
having seizures and being hospitalized—but I really didn’t think I had
sent him “thirty” emails to rearrange our work schedule—then to
rearrange it again. So, after I got over my own huff (OK,
buddy. You’re not going to
get any more emails from me—EVER!),
I reminded myself that these are the cranky days of COVID-19. Everyone
is tired of the isolation. We’ve had it with masks and social
distancing and not being able to dine in a favorite restaurant or have
friends over for dinner. The weather in Chicago has been grey (mostly)
this past February and March, and cold (mostly). I’m reminded that I
usually find an excuse during these months to travel somewhere warm, to
fly somewhere South, then drive home along country roads, following the
spring as it creeps north. What joy!—the redbud trees leafing, the
jonquils flying their yellow flag pillows.
Finally, a little
later than usual, I decide to forgive the handyman his crankiness,
remind myself of my own unusual negative reactions, and do the right
thing—forget the little incident. This peevish reaction of my insulted
feelings, and its resolution one day later, was also hastened along by
the fact that David and I were designing a podcast on the Golden Rule:
“Treat others as you would want them to treat you.” Remember that one?
(By the way, the choice of the topic for this podcast was not mine. It
was my husband’s.)
OK. OK. These
are the cranky days of COVID. These are the cranky
days—someone, somewhere, must be writing a song about that. The
days are long … the
loneliness strong. Will we ever be together again?
My
husband, David, has this lovely tradition of ordering a big box of
Cheryl’s Cookies. There are a variety of choices depending upon
preference. Chocolate chip? Oatmeal and raisin? Butter frosting? David
takes the big box with him on his errands and offers some to the
shopkeepers, to Chin and Gena who own the nearby cleaners, to various
store salespeople. “Is Papa going to take cookies to the post office?”
asked our granddaughter, Aneliese, who is nine. She often is engaged to
help her grandfather distribute these tasty treats. (Actually, it is
quite adorable when she accompanies him—the darling little girl and the
white-haired, 84-year-old elder.) “Make sure when you pass out the last
of the cookies, you take Aneliese with you,” I remind him. Exercises in
generosity are acts all generations need to practice.
But
David was busy last week—the box of cookies was half-full—so I
volunteered to deliver five or six boxes of books (some 22 of our
co-authored books in the Tales
of the
Kingdom
Trilogy
per cardboard carton to be mailed out of the nearby USPS store). “Take
the cookies along with you,” my husband reminded me. So this time,
COVID-masked, I hauled the boxes to be shipped onto the mailing
counter, but I also entered with David’s box of individually wrapped
cookies. Believe me, the smile on the face of the customer-service
employee and the warmth of his service was not the
business-as-usual-kind.
“I’m conducting a personal survey,”
I mentioned as he entered mailing data and printed me out a tracking
form (well, six of them, actually). “Are people more cranky these
days?” He raised his eyebrows, nodded his head affirmatively, then
said, “But cookies really help.” He actually gave me a smile. (Beneath
the mask, of course, but I could see his eyes above it squinting.)
So, I have made several resolutions for myself:
1. Do not spread crankiness yourself. (Even if your handyman grumps
about your emails.)
2. Do little acts of kindness as much as you can.
3. Take the next generation along so they can participate in spreading
kindness (like cookie cheer).
4.
Notice the little touches of beauty that delight the soul (like the
purple crocuses I planted last fall pushing up through the fallen
leaves in the wood lot beside the house—particularly the ones that are
growing through a small pile of stones. Good metaphor with meaning
there.)
5. Laugh as much as possible.
purple crocus growing among the stones
David
and I have become particularly funny these days (at least we think
we’re funny). One night we went to bed three times. “You still awake?”
I asked my husband, who usually falls asleep the moment his head hits
the pillow. “Yep.” Normally, not only does he go to sleep instantly, he
slumbers soundly. I have often packed a suitcase for early-morning
plane departures with the light on in the bedroom, and it doesn’t rouse
him. I have never had him call out, “Karen! What on earth are you
doing?” or something like that.
“So am I. Why don’t we go watch Peter Jennings and the late-night news?”
We did. We
watched The
Eleventh Hour
(which airs at 10:00 p.m. here in Chicago), then back to bed. A little
later: “You still awake?” “Yep.” Got out, checked out the outline for
the next day’s podcast that my husband and I co-host (Before
We Go).
Back
to bed.
At
12:30, it had become funny. I’m laughing in bed. David is making jokes.
In fact, the conjugal bed often shakes at midnight from these sudden
bouts of humor—another kind of shaking, different from previous
decades. “How ‘bout sharing a beer?” one of us suggests. Now, David and
I are not much into beer drinking. Or alcoholic beverages of any
kind—years in evangelicalism ministry sort of kiboshes this kind of
relaxant. In fact, apart from sampling a half-glass in some restaurant
somewhere, that’s pretty much our history with this particular brew.
However, and I don’t know how it happened, a box of beers had been
delivered to our door. Oh, yes, now I remember—a son sent us that
sampler as an act of kindness and love. So, we got out of bed for the
third time, went downstairs to the kitchen—again—and opened a bottle of
Stella Artois. In fact, we shared one bottle, along with an arcane
little discussion about not drinking beer out of a wine glass (the kind
without a stem). Beer, I made the point, needs to be drunk from the
appropriate kind of container—not glass with a stem, but something more
substantial—a stein, for instance (which we don’t have in the house
because we are not beer drinkers). I can’t convey how funny we had
become (yes, you had to have been there). But we were really funny,
laughing in the kitchen at 12:30 a.m., drinking beer from the wrong
kind of glass. Again, you had to have been there.
So, it is
little grace-notes like these in our lives that make isolation
endurable—crocuses growing up through the piled stones. Our own
ineptness in areas where other people pride themselves in being
connoisseurs. A child’s delight in passing cookies out to the postal
workers. The new neighbors behind us so filled with warmth and welcome.
Their little girls jumping (and jumping and jumping) on our backyard
trampoline. Planning an Easter-egg hunt in the woods (a tradition
dropped several years back) with that new family. Laughing with the
ones we love at 12:30 a.m. These are the cures for COVID crankiness.
“All
good and well,” some of you may be thinking. “But where in the world is
God in all of this?” We are a ministering couple. Once, with a national
daily radio broadcast aired over 500 stations, an estimated two million
listeners a day tuned into hear our practical suggestions about living
by faith.
My answer is
this: God is in all of this. The
crocuses. The box of cookies. The children jumping on the backyard
trampoline. A grandson and I planting the terrariums in the house and
planning to put seeds in the wood boxes the first weeks of April. The
Divine is in the sunny half days given to us in March. In the rain that
washes away all winter’s decay. God is near us in our crankiness. Very
near. Remember the prisoners isolated in their cells—year after
year—because they follow Christ. Remember the long days in hospital
beds where no one calls and no one cares. Think about those dying from
loneliness. Loneliness! Make plans for May. Make plans for the summer.
Remember that it is a human tendency to laugh, to howl, even at our
human plights. We have the capacity, we humans, to make the horrific
outrageously laughable.
We’re going to get through this.
Yes, we are. Crankiness will NOT win the day. We are endlessly clever.
Did I mention creative? And—get this. We know how to laugh.
Karen Mains
NOTICES
HOSPITALITY NOTICES
O2H2 CORNER
Here is a photo of the signs I had made for our driveway the moment
I feel it is safe to gather neighbors and friends in our backyard for a
well-deserved, long-awaited gathering. What are you planning for the
days ahead, when we will be able to greet and meet once again?
OTHER
NOTICES
David & Karen's Podcast
David and Karen Mains are podcasting. Their show is
called Before
We Go. You can find more info about the podcast, and where
to listen to it, at www.BeforeWeGo.show.
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Karen
Mains
"God is in all of
this. The Divine is in the sunny half days given to us in March. In the
rain that washes away all winter’s decay. God is near us in our
crankiness. Very near."
BOOK CORNER
When Life Becomes a Maze: Discovering Christ's Resources for Times of Confusion
by David R. Mains
I pulled this book from a box in our storeroom and read through it
quickly. David wrote it years ago when we were going through a
difficult season in our lives. We had become the focus of some
ultra-conservative folk whose vicious criticism campaign nearly
collapsed our entire ministry. The back-cover copy of David’s book
reads: “Sooner or later everyone faces one of life’s mazes. No matter
who you are or where you live in the world, life presents labyrinths in
finances, job situations, family relationships, and many other areas.
So, what do you do when you’re stuck in one of life’s mazes?
“From
his own experiences, David Mains honestly and vulnerably shares the
principles he has learned while in his own maze. No matter what
puzzling perplexity you face, you can press through to emerge with the
Lord by your side!”
While re-reading this little book, I was
amazed by how appropriate it is for the crises many are facing these
days due to the COVID pandemic. I would love to send a free copy to any
of you who would like one, but financial realities often determine
otherwise. However, we can make this book available for $10.00,
shipping included.
Email me at karen@hungrysouls.org to request a copy. Or phone the office at 630-293-4500
if you want to expedite your request. David would love to pass along
the lessons we learned while going through really tough times.
AND—if
you need special prayer urgently—please send an email prayer request.
We pray regularly for the friends we love who are facing hard times.
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