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Today is the day of death.
Creation
I am once again made clean by frost and morning air, here in the presence of the moon. TM, Sign
In the spring of 1944, the life of the German novelist Hans Fallada was descending into chaos.
13:17 If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.
Near the end of his sprawling, at times lyrical and at times infuriating epic novel, Iron Gustav: A Berlin Family Chronicle, Hans Fallada incorporates into his narrative the true story of a Berlin horse-and-buggy cab driver who in 1928 drove his horse-drawn carriage from Berlin to Paris and back.
12:24 “Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
11:45 Many of the Jews therefore, who had come with Mary and had seen what Jesus did, believed in him.
11:41 So they took away the stone.
11:31 The Jews who were with her in the house, consoling her, saw Mary get up quickly and go out. They followed her because they thought that she was going to the tomb to weep there.
I do not think it was particularly related to COVID; but with half a million people dying from coronavirus around the world in the past four months, it has been hard to avoid having a heightened awareness of our mortality.
In A Spacious Place 