Which week this is depends upon how you count. If you count weeks consecutively, then I’ve lost track. If you simply count weeks I have posted, then I think I have five posts so far.
You may have noticed, but this is a tough time, not just in our country, but in our world. We tend to focus on where we are, but other countries are also struggling with COVID-19, some more successfully than others.
But it’s more than a health issue. The economy is struggling, because businesses were shut down; some temporarily, others will never reopen. That’s not just hard on the owner; the employees suffer without an income.
What underlies all this, however (and yes, I’m going to get political here), is the split in our country. This is not just “us” vs. “them,” it’s “us” vs. “those folks” vs. “those other people” vs. … And “we” know that “we” are justified, but all those others are not.
What do we do about it? (Now I’m going to preach.)
We are facing a crisis. Where I live, when a fire comes through and takes out houses and barns and livestock, everyone comes together and helps fight the fire. It does not matter if they are neighbors. It does not matter if they are not on speaking terms. It does not matter if they are male or female. Their race does not matter. Their occupation does not matter. Their religion (or lack thereof) does not matter. What matters is putting out the fire. Because if the fire takes their place and nobody tries to stop it, then my place may be next.
Folks, all our places are in danger. If theirs burns up, ours will be next. So grab your buckets, your gloves, your shovels, and let’s get together.
If not now, when? What will be left?