Today marks the 62nd day since we have been socially engaged together in one space with friends. And as I read the reports, watch the news, and try to interpret guidelines coming down from church leaders on high, I have an uncomfortable fear that this is far from over. Those who know me also know that I am not a “doomsday” person. But earlier this week I was carried back to 1987 and thoughts of R.E.M.’s song “It’s the End of the World as We Know It.” Only problem is I don’t “feel fine.” It hit me that fully opening our sacred places and churches is probably not going to happen the first of June for larger congregations – even smaller church families will face a whole new set of rules. As much as I hate this, I know that we cannot ignore the facts and need to listen to folks we often doubt or do not even like. I am not panicking, scared, or even overly concerned, but I have come to the realization that it may just be the end of the world as we know it. For sure, our country and world will reopen but in a more cautious, leery way. We will eventually go forward but will be more conscious of our surroundings, a small cough, a little sneeze, large groups, and close quarters. We will pick and choose the places we go and the people we hang with carefully. Places once trusted and deemed safe will be scrutinized. And the world will hurt. But we will recover and adjust as needed. It is times like these that we need to heed the words of Hebrews 10:23, “Let us hold fast to the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who has promised is faithful.” Use this time distanced wisely and seek the One who can make the difference you seek.