Henry Ossawa Tanner, The Annunciation, oil on canvas, 1898
Last week I felt paralyzed. I managed some necessities like figuring out how to move my seminary courses online, joining a Zoom meeting, and enduring a three-hour family game of Trivial Pursuit. I even showered and shaved each day.
But between distractions, I couldn’t keep the enormity of the disaster we are all facing at bay. Along with afraid, I felt useless.
I read reports of the heroic efforts of health care workers and others laboring on the front lines. I gave thanks in my pajamas for sanitation workers as I heard the trash truck rumble through our neighborhood one morning.
