“What is saving you now?”

There is a mysterious cycle in human events. To some generations much is given. Of other generations much is expected. This generation…has a rendezvous with destiny.

— Franklin D. Roosevelt

It is early morning as I stare out my window. In the stillness, I notice the deep rose-colored blooms from the redbud tree draping over my porch, the first burst of growth that heralds spring’s arrival each year. Vibrant shades of green make up the forest canopy, songbirds fill the air with their music. Spring persists. Despite the chaos both within and outside of myself, spring persists. There is comfort in this paradox, this odd juxtaposition of beauty and fear. Whatever happens, the days are always 24 hours long, the seasons always come and go.

Isn’t it fascinating that, in the midst of this awakening spring, it is not a sprawling military force or a charismatic authoritarian leader that is reaching a level of infamy long craved by men and nations, but something too small to be seen with the naked eye? This force that is wreaking such profound havoc, crippling global economies, and penetrating human lives in such a ubiquitous manner is an invisible one.

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