Good Evening, God
I am sorrowing . . . over so many things. And this photo from back in April expresses my mood. I miss life as it was back in the OLD normal. I remember the call — in mid March — from our daughters saying DO NOT GO TO CHURCH! You are in the vulnerable category. And we do not want you putting yourself at risk.
And so we joined everyone else in adapting. I’d already been co-hosting a weekly Zoom chapel so I started offering to host other groups. And I truly enjoy that “getting together” but, it isn’t the same. And, it is true, one day blends into the next without the Markers we used to have. The line that captures that is “Every day is Blursday.”
I’ve lived though a few bad spells. Not going to swimming pools during Polio season. There was the Hong Kong flu back in 1969-70. It killed 1.1 million people worldwide. And that was back when the world population was only 3.5 billion — half what is it is today. But, I don’t remember any major societal response. We all just went about our business — hoping and praying for the best.
I guess most folks are waiting for The Vaccine. I am not. I am is very cautious about its possible effects on my body. It is MY body. So it was a shock to learn that the head of the University of California campuses has decreed that no unvaccinated person can teach, work or attend any of the UC campuses. WHAT?
So, God, I guess I’m not just sad . . . I’m worried.