It was a peaceful Christmas, the only one that I remember my wife and I spent alone. We watched Midnight Mass at Washington D.C.’s Basilica (what a church!) of the Immaculate Conception and though we didn’t get all of the nuncio’s sermon (he has a heavy French accent), we felt the awesomeness of the occasion.
Of course, the pandemic was the cause of our isolation. We pray that we’ll soon be relieved of it, and at least make it through safely. But God has his own ways, and we abide by them.
The Lord has such miraculous ways of bringing good out of evil that I can’t presume to predict the outcome of this pandemic. I await that with hope.