“This is not a game.”
How often have we heard that in TV, movies or elsewhere?
Today, it’s a mantra of some, taking the health of self and humanity seriously.
Others, perhaps not so much, and this is where I struggle deeply.
With pastors that still want their church pews filled, with politicians who promise a timeline of return to “normal” or refuse to shut down an election, and with people who continue to defy social distancing and safety practices because of an unwillingness to sacrifice those warm, fuzzy feelings they get when around family and friends.”
Really, this is not a game.
I urge everyone to put on those adult stretchy athletic pants and get over it. Stop putting yourself at risk. Stop putting others at risk. Stop adding to the death toll.
I understand that we have over 10% unemployment in this country, business owners worried about failure, families without health insurance, stock market decline, grocery and PPE shortages, and a number of other issues surrounding the COVID-19 virus. But I ask you these questions…
Do you want to be healthy or ill?
Do you want a job and insurance or a hopital bed and ventilator?
Are you concerned about your 401K account or the well-being of parents, grandparents, or friends?
How would you feel if you were responsible for making parents, grandparents or friends ill with a virus?
Is taking your entire family shopping at Wal-Mart for a couple of hours more important than teaching them lessons about weathering emotional hardship in times of isolation?
Doesn’t creating a massive line at a voting booth conflict with our constitutional and human right to be safe at home?
Do you believe Jesus loves a church community more if they sacrifice their safety rather than hold services online?
Can you hold out at home for another month or longer to save this country and the world from a continuing pandemic?
Given a choice, is it better to be alive or dead?
I would rather not harp on the situation, but this is the one thing that weighs on my mind, other than the potential of being ill with the virus.
Natasha and I have a routine. We stay at home, but go out for walks or a bike ride. We order what we can online and curbside pick-up when available. We wash our hands every time we enter the apartment. We sanitize everything we bring into our home and we sanitize our home. We stay six feet away from our neighbors, which has been weird because we’re all friends. We watch Star Trek and Saturday westerns and taming dragon movies rather than run about town. Natasha and I continue to work from home and I only go into the office when no one is there in order to pick up mail.
This is not an exciting life and I suspect my roommate and I will be happy to escape the walls of our apartment when it’s safe to go out and play again. I’m pretty sure I’ll never want a bedroom office again. But we keep doing this for an extremely good reason – so that we can still laugh and breathe together six months from now. A year from now. Or for as long as we live.
I urge you to sacrifice a while longer, for the good of everyone. I urge you to think of yourself in a manner that helps the community stay safe. I ask that you stop acting on what your dangerous emotions are telling you to do.
Put on your adult stretchy athletic pants and be comfortable with yourself at home.
Do as a Burger King ad says and be a good Couch Potatriot.
Play a game of Scrabble or Yahtzee or Hopscotch with your kids and allow life to recuperate and feel well again.