Toilet Paper
Today’s walk on Good Friday was clear, sunny, and brisk. Traffic seemed a little higher than I am used to seeing. Not sure what that’s all about. I had to drop off a prescription at the neighborhood pharmacy on Mass Ave. While waiting for it, I browsed the grocery aisles. And lo and behold! There was a whole aisle of toilet paper! Now that’s hope!
Although it still may be awhile, I do look forward to going back to work and not sitting so long in front of this computer screen. I have developed bursitis in my hip, which I attribute to sitting for too long. I’ll try standing some of the time, do the exercises my doctor recommended, and continue to walk. I thought the bursitis might be my excuse to stop walking. LOL. No such luck! My doctor said the pain would increase if I become less mobile. Having a low tolerance for pain, I could not handle much more of that. So, I will continue with these little Walks of Hope.
As I walked today, I thought of Jesus’ walk on Good Friday. The pain he felt carrying that cross on a back with open wounds is not something I can comprehend. I read somewhere that he walked about a mile. To many that doesn’t seem far; but, in his condition, even a few yards would have been excruciating. As the hymn says: “My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness”. That is most certainly true, and a little more important than the hope the sight of toilet paper gives me.