“He waited . . . .” (Genesis 8:10, of Noah, after the waters had largely abated after the great flood.)
So, we have several vaccines now! Praise God! And a hearty thanks to all the people who were involved in the development of said vaccines. Maybe science matters after all.
However, the pandemic still rages on. We still need to be careful. We can still die or be seriously sick with this plague. Seriously! We can also make other people sick. It is not just about me. Frankly, I hate wearing masks. They steam up my glasses. They are uncomfortable and make it hard to breathe or be heard and understood. Sometimes, I forget that I am wearing a mask, and try to put food or drink in my mouth. The results are not felicitous.
However, if there is even the slightest chance that wearing a mask might protect me or others, I think I’ll continue to do it. No, I don’t like it at all. Yes, sometimes I forget. But I am trying to remember that, while we may indeed see the light at the end of the tunnel, I’m still in the tunnel. And so are we all.
Noah had been quarantining with his family and a bunch of noisy, stinky animals for months. He could already see the tops of the mountains. The ground was drying out. Yet Noah still didn’t come out of the ark—for months—until God said to do so.
It would be a shame to survive this plague for so many months, and then go out of the ark just a bit too soon. I don’t want to be the last person to die from this horrible thing. I don’t want you to be that person either.
Stay in the ark, beloved. Yeah, I know it’s uncomfortable and it smells bad. Still, stay in the ark. Please!
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