A few weeks back, several of us blog readers participated in a couple of zoom gatherings. For me, the experience was deep. This week’s arts and culture column is by way of a reflection and a thank-you note.
Here’s how it begins:
“Go into the whole world and proclaim the gospel to every creature.”
Until a month ago I had never so much as engaged in a Face Time call, much less entered the realm of Skype or Zoom. Eccch, was my thought. I don’t want to see people when I’m talking to them on the phone. I don’t want to communicate sitting in front of my laptop by way of a grainy video.
But like much of the rest of the world, I discovered very quickly after the quarantine was imposed that Zoom meetings of various kinds were a godsend.
Next came the phenomenon of the livestream Mass, the very thought of which, again, a month ago would have made my skin crawl.
Then every church in the Archdiocese closed up tight. A few days later, I came to see the livestream Mass as a beautiful gift, a welcome and essential balm.
Meanwhile, I learned how to participate in a Zoom meeting and I learned the rudiments of hosting one. I also continued to post on the blog I’ve maintained for ten years.
One morning in prayer the thought came: I wonder if my blog readers would be interested in a little Lenten reflection Zoom gathering?
Many other thoughts, believe me, instantly arose. No-one will show up. Crazy people will show up. People will ramble on for too long. People won’t like me once they see how I really am. We’ll all feel too awkward to say anything. I’ll be tired and crabby that day, the wifi reception will be bad, the whole effort will be a debacle.
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