At this time, many are bidding 2020 good riddance. Perhaps partly because of my chronic desire to break from pop cultural majorities, and mostly because of blessing, I don’t have nearly as strong feelings about the year as do many others. I do have strong convictions about many things happening right now, and I am grieved at watching mankind suffer due to foolishness and corruption. But as a historian, every year looks like that to some extent. There is nothing new under the sun.
As an introvert whose childhood experienced multiple continents and whose teen years were spent in obscure southern countryside – educated, churched, and employed mostly at home – I was raised with a type of independence that is generally unfamiliar to my contemporaries. It is the freedom to truly enjoy home as a place of work, worship, scholarship, fellowship, and rest, without feeling lonely or trapped. I actually felt a bit guilty at how much I enjoyed living the quarantine life. A holistic rather than compartmentalized lifestyle comes very naturally to me, and less busy-ness throughout the week allows more time for reflection and productivity in other ways. Plus, it’s nice to see people take common sense hygiene more seriously!
Whenever we look at this picture, Joshua likes to point out that in Hebrew tradition 8 is the number of “new beginnings.”

