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I just finished my last class of high school. I loved SAR and my senior year: my teachers, classes, and friends. And yet, I\u2019m having a hard time feeling sad or nostalgic. Indignant, perhaps, that I deserved two more months than I received, but even that emotion eludes me. How can I feel the acute pain of separation when I\u2019ve already been physically separated for months? The once distinct line between high school and the rest of my life feels blurred by my \u201ccoronacation.\u201d We are living in a period of uncertainty: scared for our health and the health of our loved ones, the economy, the state of our world. But there are also smaller uncertainties taking their toll: will I graduate? What day of the week is it? Are itchy eyes a sign of corona or allergies?<\/span><\/p>\n

In my transitional moment–I\u2019ve finished school, but I haven\u2019t graduated; I\u2019m still an SAR student, but I\u2019m \u201cout in the real world\u201d working on my Senior Exploration project– I sit down to study Ezekiel. I read how God unleashes his fury on false prophets, accusing them of being \u201cdaubers,\u201d or people who smear plaster on walls. God alleges that these false prophets \u201cmisled My people, saying, \u2018It is well,\u2019 when nothing is well, daubing with plaster the flimsy wall which the people were building\u201d (13:10). God proceeds to compare these prophecies to flimsy and hollow walls that will collapse in the inevitable rain and wind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Though the descriptions of hailstones, hurricanes and decimation that God promises to bestow on these \u201cwalls daubed with plaster\u201d are terrifying, there\u2019s something cathartic about God\u2019s complete wrath and certitude\u2014so different from the hollow and blurry state I feel trapped in now. In our unique time of pandemic, nothing is well, and sometimes the efforts to maintain normalcy feel like flimsy plastered walls. God\u2019s extreme anger and conviction to raze the plastered walls are a relief. The anger detailed in the verses and the acknowledgment that things are bad are paradoxically exactly what I need to reach a sense of calm and hope.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And even more comforting is God\u2019s promise to the false prophets at the end of the chapter: \u201cI will save My people from your hands, and you shall know that I am the Lord\u201d (13:23). Even though promises of redemption seem hollow at this moment, God promised to save Israel in Ezekiel and there are millions fighting to save us now. And no matter how blurry the lines feel–even if you don\u2019t know if it\u2019s Tuesday or Friday, if you\u2019re sick or a hypochondriac–there are certainties like \u201cand you shall know that I am the Lord.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","image":false,"embedded_video":"","video_duration":"","show_fb_comments":true,"credit_media":""},"tile":{"top_caption":"Thoughts From My Coronacation","main_caption":"The anger detailed here and the acknowledgment that things are bad are paradoxically exactly what I need to reach a sense of calm and hope","main_caption_size":"1","sub_caption":"","preview_embedded":"","preview_image":false,"preview_video":"","external_link":"","link_for_pay":false,"tile_gallery_items":false,"credits":""},"alternate_tile":{"top_caption":"","main_caption":"","main_caption_size":"1","sub_caption":"","hide_media":false},"tile_group":{"preview_image_url":false,"main_caption":"","sub_caption":"","":null,"popup_package_extra_content":"","read_time":""},"home_color":"","home_gallery_top":"","home_gallery_middle":"","home_gallery_book":"","home_gallery_bottom":"","seo":{"seo_title":"","seo_description":"","seo_default_title":"","seo_default_description":""},"links":false},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74353"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74353"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74353\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":74354,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74353\/revisions\/74354"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74353"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74353"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74353"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}