Sunday

Sunday, the day that most songwriters have written songs about, the day when God Himself rests. It’s the day where we were designed, if not by God, by nature itself, to get together and rest. To feel the warmth of each other’s presence on that Sunday morning. To have an online Sunday service with our families, if you’re religious, brunch with our girlfriends, online gaming with our buddies (not that I know what boys these days do on Sundays), and all that slow paced life. The end of the week is the time when we’re supposed to wind up resting, enjoying the time of being home. Not just because of the house we’re in, but because of the people we’re with.

But ever since the quarantine in this pandemic, like the rest of the world, my Sunday has been somewhat meddled into a more like midweek feel rather than the end of the week feel. You know, the kind that when you wake up you’re trying to keep remembering what day it is? Because you feel like you’re going around in a circle. The constant loop of meeting the same people over and over, the same voice all too familiar, blasting in your ear 24/7, all the constant predictable routine.

Right? Have you sigh, yet?

Now, something has come to me while sitting at my bedroom desk–where I do most of my work these days–looking outside the window, desperately wanting to get out of the reality I’m in. These faces whom I see, voices that echo and fill the chambers of my home every single day, they are not getting any younger by the minute nor the moments of which I have found myself in. All of this will be gone one day, these moments in time that I know won’t get the chance to experience again. Each day, even if they are familiar, but they are also, in a way, different.

Just like I feel I’ve taken those ordinary coffee shop visits for granted, breathing in open air without masks, not having to keep your distance with your best friends. All of this, will be those moments where I’m going to say: “remember that time when we didn’t have to meet people outside of our comfortable home, when we get to be together as a family all in one place and be around each other and have conversations? Remember that?”

Because I know then, I’ll say: “Man, I sure miss that Sunday.”