Weekly Uplift-“Cry. Rest. Play. Serve. Repeat.”

So, life has been challenging, to say the least, lately. The recent passing of many famous people whom I like or admire: Chadwick Boseman, Sean Connery, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Alex Trebek, Paul Hornung, etc. Then, my father gets Covid-19. And, there he sits—blind and all alone in a strange room (on quarantine floor) in an unfamiliar part of his nursing home, without his usual things. And, cases of Covid and deaths thereof continue to rise to greater heights than when Covid began last spring. Next (on Saturday) was the news that youth member is suffering from some neurological problem that is still undiagnosed, but very concerning to her parents and friends. Then, on Monday, I received word that a young boy tragically lost his life in an auto accident. One of our members was close to him. And, add to all of these challenges the number of things that went wrong on Sunday before and during worship: I accidentally dumped my breakfast; our coffee pot which I descaled on Saturday was having problems dispensing coffee; a communion table candle (always the one on the north side!) would not stay lit for the fourth week we’ve had in-person worship; my microphone began screeching in middle of the service; etc.

So, in the midst of all of this I arrived home Sunday to baby-sitting duties. And, our poor grandson was in quite the mood Saturday night and Sunday—the crying mood. Grandma Debbie received the bulk of the crying. But, Grandpa Doug insisted on taking him. As he cried on my chest and shoulder for over an hour, I just thought, “Young man, go ahead and cry. There is a lot to cry about in this world. It’s hard some times. One just has to cry.” And, this crying seemed to make sense to me. It seemed to fit all that we are going through lately.

Then . . . finally . . . he cried himself out and went to sleep. The photo you see is both of us resting—for about 20 minutes—from all the things we have to cry about. This rest—a gift from God—then empowered him to wake up and play, happily, with his grandma.

To cry. To sleep. To rest. Then, to move beyond ourselves and play and serve others.

Perhaps this is good “formula” for us to follow as we seek to meet all of the challenges that are thrown at us.

I don’t know when the challenges will stop or lessen. I don’t know when the vaccines (HOORAY these have come!) will be available to most of us. I don’t know when people who are sick with other ailments will get better.

This is what I do know, this Thanksgiving season:

God is with us and giving us gifts, and among them are . . .

Tears and Grief






If we follow this formula, we just might stay strong in this time.

We just might heal.

We just might feel secure.

We just might know a God who is close,

who suffers with us,

who strengthens us,

who blesses us with a great love that gives us re-creation and service.


That’s a God for whom I can be thankful!



Pastor Doug

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