I don’t remember when the tradition started, but our family watches “It’s a Wonder Life” every Christmas Eve. “What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down!”
We know ALL the lines and would drive you nuts were you to watch the movie with us.
But much to my chagrin, George Bailey could not cheer me up this year. I even shed tears (tears of jealousy perhaps?) that George could be so happy amidst his turmoil. I ooohed and ahhhed at all the right places, but what I really wanted to do was throw my cold pizza at the TV and give George and Mary the big middle finger. All I kept thinking is, Is it really such a wonderful life, George? Even now, four days into 2021, I’m not feeling it.
Because of my stupid lung disease, 2020 and its lousy leech the COVID virus reeked some serious havoc on our family. We are all angry, hurt and still flailing around trying to find some footing in this madness. Okay – I’m sorry, family – it’s mostly me who is mad, hurt, and flailing around. I’m mad that my shitty lung disease makes me extremely vulnerable should I get COVID. Which in turn makes me mad because I fight so hard against LAM and take all these stupid drugs and suffer their stupid side-effects and yet some “Karen” who got a D+ in high school science still insists scientists the world over don’t know what they’re talking about so she will not wear a mask to the grocery store and is probably going to give me COVID which I’ll die from. I’m mad that a silly little virus will probably take me out instead of this respectable lung-sucking, incurable disease I’ve valiantly fought for years. I’m mad my college-aged kids have had to forego plans and dreams and move home instead and now I have to listen to Band Camino and Billie Eilish and watch TikToks and eat kale. I’m mad at them for having friends – friends they actually want to SEE – which exposes me even more to COVID dangers (They are 19 and 22 for Pete’s sake – who doesn’t want to hang with their friends at that age? What kind of witch am I???) I’m mad at my husband for working so much and seeing so many clients which also increases our COVID exposure (Even as SO many have lost work and cannot pay their bills! I’m the lowest of sinners.) I’m mad that no matter how many times we calmly discuss what is “safe” behavior and what’s “foolish” and what’s a “risk worth taking” and what’s “asking for it”, the four of us still fight about COVID and never quite land on the same page. I’m mad at friends who see it all differently than me and gather all willy-nilly with their families and friends and post the most gorgeous pictures with everyone’s hair and makeup done up just so. (I don’t even know what makeup is anymore and I think I ran out of real shampoo sometime in July). I’m mad that COVID forced me to quit a job I loved and left me bored as a fly on horse shit (I would imagine that would be a very boring way to spend a day, anyway). I’m mad that my poor daughters have such an angry mother and I worry that if I die, their last memory of me will be me sobbing on the sofa with matted, greasy hair wearing the same sweatshirt and sweatpants for the 11th day in a row and watching reruns of Fixer-Upper.
This whole sucky-year and the pain and division and loss left in its wake is just NOT the way things are supposed to be. And I’m mad and losing it.
I have now slept 5 days straight – as in ALL day, AND ALL night. I don’t know if it’s a bad LAM week, or COVID, or depression. Knowing my luck, I probably have the effing trifecta.
I know this is shocking. I’m usually happy-go-lucky, full of optimism, hope and cheer. You’re supposed to read these blogs and feel all rainbows-and-unicorns-sprinkled-with-Jesus euphoria. Somehow, my excessively toothy grin and obsession with things like shiny bracelets and exclamation points make people expect joy and optimism from me.
I’m sorry, not today, bub.
I am lonely and in need of commiseration. So I sat down and read the whole book of Lamentations tonight. Then I read Job. Jeremiah, Job and I wallowed in self-pity together.
And then it hit me – there is a REASON those books of the Bible exist! God could have kept them out of our canonized scriptures, but he didn’t. He knew that there WILL BE seasons of lament! Sometimes that is all we can muster and sometimes, like these current times, it’s just enough.
To be honest, I’ve not been very happy with God this past year, have you? I mean, if God is supposed to ONLY bring us peace, calm, reassurance, happiness and gratitude – well, then, he failed miserably this year. And if I believe I am entitled to THOSE emotions because I follow God, after a year like 2020, it’s only natural I’d be left with anger at God because it feels like he abandoned me.
But reading those laments in scripture felt like God saying to me: “Oh no, Cindy. You’ve got that all wrong. There is definitely a time to mourn and be sad and even mad at me. It’s okay. I can handle it. Just like Jeremiah cried out for his people, and as Job cried out for his health and family, you, too, may certainly lament all this loss and hardship.”
I suddenly realized I am, indeed, George Bailey – but I’m still in the MIDDLE of the movie! My ice-cold hands are clutching the railing of a high bridge over troubled waters and I’m in the MIDST of crying out to God!!!
My angel Clarence simply hasn’t showed up yet.
And then I knew that this is the place I must wait. Instead of deliverance, I must pray for patience. I don’t know how long God will make me wait on this cold bridge, but I know Clarence will show up. For now, I wait and lament.
This is what Lamentations is all about. The cry in the wait. The cry without answers. The cry alone in the dark.
I am not feeling ridiculous optimism and joyful anticipation of 2021. I know that’s what I’m supposed to say to you as I wrap up this blog. But I’d be lying. I just know we are definitely allowed to lament – even encouraged to do so. And because I’m old and have been down so many, many hard paths before, I also know lament doesn’t last forever.
I know this, because I know how the movie ends. In fact, I know it by heart. I know that Zuzu is sitting on George’s shoulder and she hears a bell ring on the Christmas tree and says, “Look daddy! Teacher says every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.”
And then George winks and the credits roll while everyone sings Auld Lang Syne.
It’s okay to lament now, because we know how the movie ends.
Cindy,
Love your honesty and your defiant, optimistic and ABSOLUTELY TRUE conclusion!!! We know how the movie ends! Praise God for that, in the middle of all the yuck.
Thanks, Cindy! I like it that you chose the word “defiant”! That word can have such a negative connotation in many circumstances, but in this one – when a silly virus and isolation and depression and division are trying to take us down – we, as Christians who place our hope in Christ – can DEFIANTLY say: NO! You can NOT take me down, you nasties!!! It’s time for some defiance, Cindy!!! xoxo
Cindy,
Beautifully, sadly, clearly and realistically well said. You have explained what I’m sure there are more of us feeling. I can relate.
I will also share some additional thoughts when I have a bit more time to think and think clearly. That’s one of the things my “challenge” makes hard and is also hard to understand.
Hang on, you know how it ends. Or, how does Tony Campolo say it in his most famous Good Friday sermon, it’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming!
I will be in touch more as soon as my head, my eyes, my nerve tremors… allow me to.
Tom V
Thanks so much for your kind words, Tom. I know you understand this lament that just holds us right now. It may be all we can do for right now and that’s okay. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this as you feel able to share. As fellow Christian sojourners, it’s just truly comforting to know that we are not alone. Peace to you always.
Sweet girl-I so understand the family friction aspects of this crappy covid! If I could come visit you in person I so would.
Thanks, Dawn! It’s SO hard, isn’t it??? It won’t be long now and we WILL be able to visit in person again. We’d love to see the Snedens!!! xoxo
Love your honesty Cindy. Lament is necessary and hopefully restorative – though it seldom feels that way in the wilderness. I can only say that God has used you in important ways both before and in the this ongoing storm to bless us and many others greatly. Pray the storm clouds will lift and a deeper sense of meaning and perspective will follow.
Ahhhh, yes, Blaine! Why is it that lament usually feels “wrong” and “ungrateful”? I have learned so much in this season and learning to lament has been a helpful and healing lesson. So thankful for you guys and – as always – cheering you on from afar!!!
Let us know when you want a “something special” just for you (and of course us) care package.
the old people next door
Oh you two are so funny! You are NOT the old people next door – You’re the precious neighbors who bless our family beyond measure!!! I’m heading north this week and will be sure to stop in to see you! Love you so much. xoxo
Sometimes we need to depend on others to pray for / with us which I will definitely do.
Yes, Dot. So true. God definitely knew we were not meant to journey this life alone. It’s so hard for me to be needy, but I’ve learned the hard way that to be vulnerable and share my sufferings, actually teaches me humility and dependence on the body of Christ – and it also allows (gifts) the other members of the body to intercede on my behalf. Win-win. Which is a MUCH better equation than the “lose-lose” I’ve been ascribing to as of late!!! Thank you.
Love you sweetie, praying for you and all of us at this crappy time! He will come through for us! 🙏😁🤗 hugs!!
Thanks, Lin!!! I feel the prayers and I know I’m surrounded by so many wonderful people!!! (Sometimes I just need little reminders!) And you’re so right, in the end, we KNOW God comes through – He ALWAYS comes through!!! xoxo
I asked Jesus to get over to your house and show you the well. (Genesis 21:19). Has he shown up yet?
Oh Betsy, YES!!! Yes, indeed he has shown up!!! Prayers have been answered! Simply by sharing my despair, I found great comfort in so many others who were feeling the same way. I just feel so much less alone – and really needed to hear that! But even more than that – our son and daughter-in-law called today with the results of their “gender reveal” for our first grandchild due in May. IT’S A GIRL!!! I became so overwhelmed with emotion – and realized that I hadn’t even felt strong emotion in weeks (depression does that). Their news, and the anticipation of a baby girl coming to our family this spring somehow just changed everything for me and I see the world so much brighter today. It’s been a rollercoaster for me, for sure – but God definitely heard your prayers and led me to the well. Thank you, my friend!!! Thank you.
So sorry your covid burden is so much more difficult than the average person who is without health issues. That truly sucks. I know the evil one is not made in the image of God so he loves to attack our identity. I don’t think the devil can have relationships so he likes to attack our relationships and isolate us. I know that through Jesus’s choice to ENDURE tremendous SUFFERING HE gave us the gift of living forever with HIM and those we love. You know the end of the movie, praise Jesus.
Thanks for this insight, Margaret! I’ve never really thought about that – how our enemy can’t have relationships so he attacks ours! That makes so much sense and it emboldens me to fight even harder for those relationships! Of course, he wants to divide us and is using COVID for those purposes – but we can NOT let him win this silly battle! We know how the movie ends!!!! So yes, praises to the KING!!!
Yup, COVID SUCKS! And it’s weaved itself into EVERY aspect of our lives. I wish I could see friends like you, and I sure wish that G and A could get together as often as they’d like to! I continue to pray that it won’t be long–there’s light at the end of the tunnel! By the way, I’m trying to picture you with greasy hair wearing the same sweatshirt and sweatpants for the 11th day in a row and watching reruns of Fixer-Upper. Girl, I can’t even picture it! I’m positive you STILL look beautiful! Thanks for the chuckle, though. 🙂
Hugs to you and your whole army–you’re always in my prayers.
Love you, Colleen!!! If you need proof of the greasy hair and 11-day old sweatpants, just say the word! I’ll send pics!!! But it ain’t pretty, my friend. It ain’t pretty… Miss you and wish we could just go to a musical or GR play or something together. Won’t be long now!!!
THANK YOU for being so brutally honest and vulnerable. You have put into words what so many are feeling but can’t express! Embrace this time of lament…..and know that you are NEVER alone! Love and hugs❤️
Thank you for the encouragement, Becky! As fellow sojourners, we definitely need one another in times like this, eh? So thankful for you and your consistently positive spirit!!!
Sending a hug in your time of lament. I love and appreciate your honesty! Some days I want to fast-forward to the end of the story too, then I am reminded like you that each day we spend here in the messy middle is a gift as well. Karen
Yes – you’re so right, Karen! We’re in the “messy middle” – I love that wording!!! That’s got to be why God gave us the exercise of lament – knowing there would be LONG pauses in the messy middle… Love you, Karen!!!
You are real, vulnerable, honest, and someone who we can all relate too. I love you for that reason (and many more).
I love you, too, Kathy! For more reasons than I could ever count!
I sit here this morning still in my pajamas instead of being at the office at 10am after finding out yesterday that a friend took his own life. Grasping for anything encouraging, I sat down to click on the last couple of email notifications from your website to catch up on reading. Your honesty? That’s EXACTLY what I needed this morning. Thank you for reminding us that we have permission to lament and sometimes life just sucks and we aren’t alone.