It seems more fitting to say that we lived on despite the scariness, absurdity, and uncertainty of the events around us, held and inspired by a small community that was gracious enough to host us during a pandemic.
But, as Lewis exhorts, I can’t let us spend these days emotionally huddling, frozen in fear, even if we are physically limited by the realities of a rapidly spreading pandemic.
And so I stood, as of March 1 before a congregation, accustomed to the Passing of the Peace, and felt obligated to inform them about the dangers of shaking hands and offering hugs of condolence (due to Coronavid 19)