braces

The Long View

The Long View

I can hear the emotion in my son’s voice over the phone. “Dad, please let me get my braces off. They say that they want to work on my bite for a bit longer, but I think it looks great.” He’s had his braces on for three and a half years. They’ve pushed back the date he’ll get his braces off at least four times already. He’s tired of the toll of time and pain. Tired of the food restrictions. Tired of the adjustments.

“God, please end COVID. Please wipe it out. Please let us find a new normal.” It’s a prayer I’ve prayed dozens of times over the past year. I’m tired of the emotional and spiritual toll of walking alongside people who have become sick or have lost loved ones. I’m tired of leading a congregation divided by restrictions: mask mandates and physical distancing. I’m tired of the never-ending adjustments: online, in-person, cleaning, distancing, closures.

I wore braces as a kid. My upper teeth benefited: they run a reasonably straight line, with equal spacing. My lower teeth didn’t: they run a jagged line, angling for space.