Cynthia L. Eppley, MA
See, from His head, His hands, His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e’er such love and Sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown. (When I Survey the Wondrous Cross, Isaac Watts)
Grief is part of our world. Love and sorrow twist together in our lives.
To love, to open our hearts to others? Is to be vulnerable.
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell. C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Grief takes a toll on us all: Men and women and children. So many of us are responding to this in “Social Isolation.” But how do we experience it?
Elisabeth Kübler- Ross did extensive studies on grief, and it helps us understand what is happening to us now. She envisioned grief as an inverted bell curve, 5 stages.
Shock & Denial
In this stage we can hardly believe what is happening. It is like nothing we have experienced so we do not have a frame of reference.
Shock gives way to surprise as news unfolds of the event. In this Pandemic, it is disturbing and unsettling. It is frightening and brings on fear. It is a jolt to our system. Trauma intertwines with distress.
Denial comes hard on the heels of shock. Certainly, these reports cannot be true. The Pandemic may be effecting Europe; but how could it ever reach America? We are a medically sophisticated society, and surely our medical community will stop this in its tracks. The facts and figures coming in from China, Italy and Spain must be exaggerated. And as we examine the statistics on American soil, it seems negligible.
And it can’t be worse than the flu—can it? A bad flu.
We experience this every winter. And this, too, will pass.
The anger stage is multifaceted. How did this Pandemic get out of control? How can it be happening here? In our Country? State? County? Borough?
The invisibility of this beast adds to out exasperation. Give me a visible enemy, and perhaps I’ll be able to take him on. But this? Just how many times do I have to wash my hands? Studies have shown we wash our hands a total of 6 seconds. So there has been a suggestion of singing verses of “Amazing Grace”, or your favorite rock song or “Happy birthday. Tell me: exactly how many verses do I need to sing? Clever methods calm my annoyance for a short time, but give way to irritation.
I become more irritable as time goes on. Do not tell me where I can go. And the distance I have to stand from my neighbor. And how I have to handle my groceries. Or when I shop.
Irritability gives way to annoyance. I may have never baked bread before, but now I insist on buying yeast and bread flour. How dare the store be sold out! Never mind that there are plenty of Pepperidge Farm loaves on the shelves. And the bread dilemma is national in scope. Yeast cannot be found throughout the land.
I may have lost my job, been furloughed, or reduced hours. My finances will be a mess.
Or, I may be working in the medical field, delivery for UPS FEDEX or supply chain. Can’t I stay home like everyone else? Just how much exposure can I have without exposing my family?
Bargaining is subtle in nature. As if we could bargain with a Pandemic! But we try. It is hard to predict how long this will last. If I pace myself for 2 weeks, perhaps the worst will be over. If the extension of “Social Isolation” is for 4 weeks, I can manage. But no longer. That is all I can promise. I’ll make an agreement for the end of April, but surely not into May.
Let’s make a deal! I promise to stay isolated, but how can I see my family? My children? Don’t tell me we can’t have Easter dinner!
Perhaps all of us can have our own Easter dinner, and meet “virtually” through Zoom. That is the solution. I’ll barter with this Pandemic.
The longevity of this Pandemic begins to wear on us.
I want out! I want my independence back and I want my freedom! I feel dejected as my routine has been disrupted. A sadness prevails, as I pace from room to room. There is only so much that I can take of these 4 walls! Cabin fever abounds.
I’ve fallen out of the rhythm of life. I may not get up in the morning, but instead, lounge in bed in despair. After all, why get up?
I am despondent as I look at myself in the mirror. My hairdresser is not open, and my roots are beginning to show.
I’m eating or drinking to console myself, feeling guilty about the comfort foods that try to ease my internal ache and melancholy.
Being “in the dumps” has never felt so real.
The internet is ablaze with jokes:
“If I hold a glass of wine or a beer in each hand, I can’t touch my face.”
“Pretty soon I’m going to need a magician, not a beautician!”
“Breaking news: Wearing a mask inside your home is highly recommended. Not so much to prevent COVID-19 but to prevent eating.”
We laugh at them, knowing there is a deep truth here. We see ourselves. And we know that others feel the same way.
As this Pandemic drags on, we recognize that we have to do our part.
To successfully shelter in place means nothing will happen today. But the decreasing numbers of infections will be the reward of our patience. A commitment to other’s safety will become our foremost concern.
We know there will be a “New Normal.”
Learning to manage the home front, even with humor, helps us through the “daily days.”
There are innumerable sites for parents and children to engage in fun activities.
For adults? Netflix, reading, and perhaps video games. But these all point to being at home. Alone and isolated.
The ideal: time spent in God’s Word and with Him.
And so we reframe this time: Instead of being stuck at home? We are safe at home.
The end is in Sight
Perhaps you’ve seen yourself in parts of the Grief cycle. Perhaps this is a moment, of “Aha! Me too!”
It is not linear and most often, we take “two steps forward and one step back.”
We offer grace to others, knowing that we are each on an independent journey through this time. There may be similarities. But there are also differences.
“We may never know the treacherous journey people have taken to land in the pew next to us.” (Rosaria Butterfield)
We receive this time in faith, being confident that He is at work in us, and in His world.
We trust Him to work in us and through us to accomplish His good will.
And while we may not have a definitive date for this Pandemic to end, we do know that we have a Savior who is doing all things well.
“The tomb, normally a place of endings, became a place of beginnings. Out of if came the new hope of Resurrection life.” (Paul Tripp 4/10/20.)
Let us live in this time anticipating the resurrection He is doing within us.