Football on the Titanic

I don’t really know where to begin.

At this point, it is very difficult to actually express how I’m feeling and what is rolling round in my mind. And rolling around is a good way to put it. Our situation right now feels like being on a gigantic ship… let’s say the Titanic. Something horrible has happened below decks. But we don’t really know what it is …. yet. The stewards are missing. Things are rolling round, banging into other things in the hallway. There are disturbing noises and voices coming from all different areas of the ship, but are muffled because we are in our cabins, having been told earlier on in the situation, not to leave them.

At what point do you decide to take responsibility for your own wellbeing and brave the hallway, then the stairs and then the main deck? Do you believe your own senses? Use your own powers of observation and employ your own deductive reasoning? Or do you do what you have been told? Or worse… believe what you have been told.

The clock is ticking.

The water rising.

The ship is listing.

Now the hallway is an uphill climb.

What I am describing is perhaps only one tenth of what we are dealing with right now. Just one of the levels of weird. There are at LEAST nine other things we are trying to make sense of at the same time. Which one is the first priority? Which one should we focus on? Which one is the most alarming? The muffled voices you hear… which one will you believe? Which one of them is telling a truth? We won’t even be able to say THE truth, but at least which is the MOST truthful voice? A half truth is sometimes worse than an outright lie in my experience.

There is a part of me that has gone beyond exhaustion. I have not yet reached apathy however, and that is why I am here today. Typing away, taking a stab at describing my mental and emotional state for future reference.

I have no foreknowledge to guide me, as we would if we really found ourselves on the Titanic during the early stages of it’s demise. We would be up on the deck with our valuables in a bag, wearing our lifejacket next to a lifeboat trying to look calm.

But here’s where my historical analogies break down. I am also a spiritual being. I have spiritual senses too. I have deductive reasoning based on Torah principles. Well practiced and deeply learned. They tell me how the story ends. And even some of what I might see before that ‘end’.

But there are some very uncertain gaps and timeline issues in the program. I cannot predict the sequence of events with any certainty.

I recently watched the movie ‘The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel’.

In it, the hotel owner, apologizing for the shoddy condition of parts of his hotel says:

Everything will be all right in the end. If it’s not all right, it is not yet the end.

A lovely quote. One which I am comforting myself with right now.

What’s not comforting to me is that I know that some of you who are reading this [oh faithful friends and family] will disagree wildly on what ‘all right in the end’ should look like.

I usually avoid hard lines in life. I have always joked to people that my favorite football play is something called the ‘end around’

I looked up the definition of that play and it included this sentence:

“Used in an extended sense, it refers to an alternate, usually indirect path to reach an objective that avoids the crux of a problem.”

Yeah. That’s me all over.

However, our complex situation right now is putting some serious harsh on my go to strategies. I’m being forced to one side by forces that I cannot resist on my own. One’s sensibilities are so assaulted from every front, that it is a monumental victory just to remain standing.

So…. here’s my question to us.

What if the Holy One blessed be He is a fan of the end around play?

What’s THAT going to look like?


  1. I think you are explaining something we are all feeling. You have expressed it extremely well. This has been something we have never experienced before. We have no way to plan we just have to put one foot in front of another and plod along as best we can. One of our neighbors and some of my friends my age all voiced a similar comment. We are going through a version of the Second World War. We had a common enemy. We didn’t want to have to be in the war and some suffered way more than they should. Especially those who were in the Holocaust and had to hideaway for a long period of time until they could be free. We or at least some of us are trying to hide from COVID, there are people who don’t believe that there is COVID. They as so many did do not believe that there were Jews hiding or being put in camps either. Just as there are people who don’t believe that we put children and immigrants in camps. We are being subjected to a form of PTSD and dont realize it. We have been subjected to brutality that we didn’t expect from our fellow man. And it hurts. Those of us who have true compassion are hurting. We are finally looking forward to being saved a# the people did in WWII. But we aren’t sure yet what the outcome will be and how we will rebound. I wish I could spend an afternoon with you and a couple of cups of tea and lots of hugs. Tom and I send our love, hugs Lin

  2. Teresa Auldridge says:

    My mind rambles around regularly as well. I’m distressed, worried and fearful for the future of my children and grandchild, and the same for our country and the world. All I know to ask God in my prayers is, “Please help us.” It is so foreign and sad and unsettling to not be able to gather and worship, or to have fellowship with friends, or even to meet with people for charity projects. Sometimes the walls feel like they are moving inward. My stress turns into impatience with my Mom’s dementia and hearing issues. And then I feel badly that I don’t have more patience. And, and, and, and…… will it ever end? And if it does, how will it end? I know I’m not alone. But it sure feels like it sometimes. Thank heaven we have electronic communication. I can’t imagine experiencing this with limited ways of communicating with the world. Thank you for an opening. Words of wisdom are always welcome.

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