Well, here I am again. I’m not counting the days of self-quarantine because I really have just been living my life as normally as I usually do. You see, I am not much of a social person, so being told that I should not congregate in various places is not a big deal for me as I would just as soon stay at home anyway. My husband generally runs to town to the stores to run errands while I stay at home, under a warm blanket, reading. Right now, I am in Maryland visiting family and plan to head home in a few days. I’m slightly concerned about not being able to find a place to stop to go to the bathroom along the way. I plan to pack our lunches, so closed restaurants won’t be a problem. However, I consider these minor inconveniences compared to what others are dealing with. I don’t have children who can’t go to school or day care and have to find placement for them or someone to care for them while I work. I’m not ill with the potentially deadly virus. And I’m not an hourly employee who has no income right now because my employer has closed the business due to the virus. So, I’m thankful for what I do have in my life and waiting for God to tell me the next thing I should do.
All of that being said, I was inspired this morning when I read about Martin Luther King’s response to the Black Plague in Dr. Denison’s column. Perhaps we who are Christians should have the same response. We are to obey the laws and regulations set forth by the government to keep us safer, but we cannot help but offer assistance to others who need it.