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.