鈥淐ome on, ring those bells鈥︹�澨� Does anyone else remember these words to a Christmas song? I recall them often, but this week the bouncy melody has acquired new words. Here鈥檚 the opening line of my version:鈥淐ome on, bang those pots鈥︹�� Like it? So do I, as well as a number of folks in our neighbourhood block.
In the midst of this pandemic, self-isolation and sometimes self-quarantine, is essential; necessary or not, it鈥檚 pretty lonesome. Banging pots becomes a means of showing support for others and supplying strength for ourselves. Here are a couple of points to consider.
Initially, and still foremost in our efforts, is a desire to show our corporate support for so many essential workers. Pots are so insignificant but it seems that鈥檚 the only way we can express our heart-felt appreciation for all those who put all they are and have into our safety and well-being. Only consolation for me is that a hospital worker lives across the street and she鈥檚 gotten the message. Oh yes, my special friends 鈥戔�� the bus drivers 鈥戔�� they hear and honk in return.
The other dominant and vitally important reason for our raucous behaviour every evening at 7 p.m., is to connect with neighbours. At first there were three homes involved, but now a good number of homes on our Maple Avenue block have become part of our noisy activity. Last evening I heard, then saw, several folks from another block up the street who鈥檇 joined us. Along with these additional folks have come additional 鈥渋nstruments鈥�: lids and wooden spoons; horns; hockey sticks beating the sidewalk and bongo drums. Welcome and yahoo!
Though I certainly won鈥檛 try to compare this to heaven, I have a better understanding of what John wrote in Revelations:
鈥溾�� the sound of a great multitude 鈥� saying, 鈥楢lleluia. For the Lord God Omnipotent reigns!鈥欌��
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