How is it that I can say that when there is so much wrong with the world at the beginning of this new week? But it’s true.

It’s also true that I cannot see across the street because of smoke. But inside 1880, the air is pure. I can stay here safely. I am hearing from everyone who loves me, one way or another.

That is a very narcissistic way to begin a post. I know that.

So many people cannot breathe. Everything has been lost for them. Everyone knows someone who is infected with Covid. The homeless in the streets of my town are covering up with tarps. My neighbor gave birth at home. We are in terror because the most powerful man in the world is, well, terrifying.

That list is very long. But I will stop here.

I want to make another list.

I want to keep my heart full of gratitude. And hope. So, I repeat, inside 1880, the air is pure. I can stay here safely. I am hearing from everyone who loves me, one way or another. I just went to church online. I have clean water to drink and a freezer full of food, and a car full of gas, not that I plan to leave the house anytime soon. I have books to read and music to listen to.

I guess I am now sounding like your 3rd-grade Sunday school teacher. Deal with it. Your street may be filled with smoke, but do not let it into your heart or mind or spirit. Keep it full of gratitude and hope.

End of this Sunday’s sermon.