Rest in the Lord by Martin Spencer & Cora Kuyvenhoven
Cora and Martin (and Carmina and Ben) attended CMC when they moved to Columbus 20 years ago. They maintain many friendships in the congregation. This video is dedicated to all who are suffering or who are worried by current world events (including the recent Nova Scotia massacre). It is also dedicated to Joyce Wyse who continues to ask me when I am going to next sing at CMC.
Joe Newman from Sarasota, Florida says that being 107 years old means you keep breathing every day. In February, he was featured in the local newspaper for his vitality – noting that he was still driving his Mercedes hardtop convertible.
I’m not choosing to write about Joe, but thought his story might be a fun lead-in to something these past two months have really brought to the forefront of my life...
Juli, Alana and I have been largely stuck at home with each other for the past 2 months. Normally, we had family and friends help us babysit Alana while we both work. Since the stay at home order, I've been watching Alana in the morning and Juli has handled the afternoon. Most days, Alana and I get out for a nice long walk. This arrangement has worked fairly well, and perhaps unexpectedly, I don't seem to be getting much less done at work. I am able to call into some morning meetings, but the number of meetings I attend has gone way down since I blocked off my mornings....
For me, there was no sudden onset of quarantine. I had been on maternity leave for nearly three months when DeWine announced that the schools were closing. Over those three months I had learned that I felt much better if I got out of the house at least once every day- even if it was just a trip to Target or a coffee date with another new mom. So when we began to quarantine in earnest, it wasn’t a drastic shift from being out of the house for 8+ hours a day to being home all day; instead, it was a very subtle shift of my once daily outing disappearing. Rather than...
Yesterday I went into the church building to work. This has been my pattern on Tuesdays. All other days I’ve been working from home. This one day a week has helped bring some structure to an otherwise suddenly structure-lite existence.
It was, as you might imagine, quiet. The North Broadway UMC playground across Broadway Place and right outside my office window, usually teaming with preschoolers, was empty. Office staff had our weekly meeting via Zoom, with all others at home. In the afternoon I went into the sanctuary and lit the peace candle, taking a few pictures with...