The Best Laid Plans

This is part of the “WRITE ON” series that I’ve been doing. Most of these “WRITE ON” posts won’t have any depth– it’s just writing for the sake of writing, so I don’t forget how to write. I tell you this mainly because I’m more focused on writing rather than editing so you’ll find more grammatical errors errors than normal.

If 2020 wasn’t so 2020, this coming Sunday would’ve been our first official ‘launch party’ for Mosaic. (Note: I’m currently writing this in-between the 18th and the 19th… oh, now it’s officially the 19th. August 23rd was supposed to be our first Sunday.)

I probably wouldn’t have gotten much sleep because I’d be so anxious.
I’m still not getting much sleep but that’s because of poor time management and my penchant for procrastinating. I’d get so much done if I stopped procrastinating. But now that I admit the problem, I’m going to do something about my procrastinating. Starting tomorrow.

It’s a mixed bag of feelings.
On one hand, I’m incredibly disappointed.
On the other hand, I’m a bit relieved, if I were to be honest with you and myself.

Ah. 2020. The year that something went wrong for everybody.
The year that everybody’s resolve was tested.

But I have to continue to count my blessings.
And we still move forward. Always forward. Onward and forward — even if it’s one baby step at a time.

What’s next for Mosaic?
Well. We wait and see. We’re not going to have in-person gatherings until we are 100% sure that it’ll be safe for everyone involved.
Could that still happen in 2020? Sure.
Would we have to wait until 2021? Possibly.

In the mean time, we’ll still be hustling.
You can join us online for our liturgy ‘live’ on Sundays at 10am here.
Or you can join us for online liturgy here any time after Sunday at 1030a.

This week has been busy in trying to gather supplies for teachers. The number one requested item? Clorox wipes. They’re not even available on the black market. Maybe they are but it feels like I’d have to part with a kidney or two (… can you live without both kidneys?)

Some times, things don’t go according to plan.
Even the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Or in the words of Mike Tyson, everyone hath a plan until they get punched in the faeth. (Okay, maybe that’s not the same sentiment, but still true.)
We got punched in the face by 2020.

But that’s not going to stop us.
We keep moving forward; we keep fighting; we keep hustling all in the name of Jesus Christ.

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