About five weeks later with some small amount of New England warmth, hints of the lid emerged in the large snow pile in front of my yard. Patiently I waited, and more of it was revealed. Closing in on week six with a forecast of colder weather and potential snow fall, I decided it was time to act: I took out the tea kettle and poured hot water on the lip of the lid that was still in the clutches of snow and ice. As you might imagine, the recovered lid was changed. It was damaged, muddied, broken. But – it was also needed, so a bit of duct tape was applied and it’s back in use.
All of this strikes me as a parable for a hope filled life. Sometimes we are held down or pushed down. We might be in the grip of illness, unemployment, depression, loss, or [you fill in the blank]. Others of us, not unlike the Samaritan who helped the injured man from a foreign (meaning different) - land, need to be alert, to see, to be aware of, the struggles of another. Once the pain and need for assistance are revealed, help comes; recovery begins. Every experience – of good or ill – changes us in some way. This is the journey of life. The scars remind us not only of our mortality, but of our inner strength – we have survived. And in the survival comes reclamation: we are called back to do the work that only we, as individuals, can do.