That we are experiencing challenging times and intense realities cannot be doubted. The Covid-19 virus is global and touches the lives of humankind no matter where we find ourselves.
The interview below, with the Catholic Leader, are the logistics and the practicalities and my take on this pandemic.
But…….how will it affect our faith and inner spiritual life?
In my capacity as a photographer I get to speak to many people from all walks of life and because I have a great love for Catholicsm, I find myself and my camera covering some very solemn and moving services. From baptisms to ordinations. The order of service is always something very moving.
Now, with the Corona virus in the forefront of our lives, I listen to opinions and concerns, prophets and biblical analysts. It is said that the mystic Nostradamus – who lived in the 16th century – predicted this virus. Baba Vanga, the Bulgarian clairvoiyant who rose to prominence prior to her death in 1996 by predicting what would happen to the world during the early years of the 21st century is reputed to have foretold the Covid-19 pandemic. These somewhat speculatory claims based on ‘ evidence’ sends one in diverse directions to try and acertain a semblance of order and truth.
TRUTH can only be found in what we believe in. The Creator we believe in is all powerful and loving. Our concepts about Him are different but the fundamental Truth is that one believes in something. And it seems right that at this time we seek His intervention and protection – for only He can heal and restore Life as we know it. By the same token we also have to do our bit – which might be challenging or a simple ‘giving over of the self’
It takes something like a Covid-19 virus to bring us back to our faith. To stop and reconsider many things.
When I am dead, my dearest
BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
FInally – to borrow the words of Abraham Lincoln
“In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You cannot now realize that you will ever feel better.
“And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now. I have had experience enough to know what I say, and you need only to believe it to feel better at once.’
Autumn is approaching and with it the isolation period required to try and control the virus. As a parent and grandfather I pray that the Creator be merciful to all.