One thing said in church today was that in this time of so much isolation, write someone a note. Reach out.
And so a note showed up on the doorstep next door, thanking the neighbor for opening the door to my daughter at 11:00 at night so that we could retrieve our groceries that had been dumped there, and with the note, a plate of homemade biscotti by said daughter. Who took great delight in going over there again, and then in anticipating their coming home to the surprise.
They were gone all day. They called to tell us that that plate of excellent cookies had been devoured the moment they’d walked in the door.
Second thing said in church today: one of the members had splurged on some food that was to be a particular treat for the husband, who’s been working covid cases in the ICU for long, long hours–but it got stolen off their porch.
The first reaction was anger and upset; the second was, but what if it was because someone is hungry? Because there are a lot of people going hungry right now. She tried to do a little something about it.
The end result was–well, it made the local paper.
And now excuse me, I’ve got me some more note writing to do while there’s a little time left in the day.