COVID 19 has brought us many images, too many of them heartbreaking.
COVID 19 has brought us distancing, from strangers as well as those we love.
COVID 19 has taught us to wear masks and gloves before we step outside.
COVID 19 has taught us be aware that any random touch from a stranger, or even a family member, could be fatal.
COVID 19 has brought the mighty to its knees.
COVID 19 has allowed Mother Nature to take a deep breath.
COVID 19 has allowed supervised animals in zoos to visit one another’s long isolated sections, giving them a brief return to the form of diversity they used to enjoy in the wild.
COVID 19 has caused me to wonder if gambling is over, affairs have ceased, consumerism has slowed, driving while intoxicated deaths have suddenly stopped.
COVID 19 has caused me to wonder if people now appreciate one another more at home—perhaps those who work outside the home now forced to face the many challenges of those who deal with children all day long…
COVID 19 has caused me to be in awe of the health workers and drive through cooks and people who pick up our garbage who are now seen as heroes…now appreciated for the work they do that has so very long been taken for granted.
COVID 19 has caused our state and local governments to house the at risk homeless in hotels, with four star chefs and their teams volunteering to cook three meals a day for them.
Suddenly, the homeless among us are now being called “our guests.”
COVID 19 has suddenly and painfully taught politicians that they are being called to be public servants, not superstars.
COVID 19 has caused our adversaries Russia and China to send us aid in the form of medical supplies.
COVID 19 has forced the government to suddenly pour out money to its citizens, who often feel that they/we have been the ones pouring money in.
COVID 19 has caused low risk/highly vulnerable prisoners to be set free.
COVID 19 has suddenly flipped the money changer tables outside the temple, forcing each of us to worship individually, and consider our ways, as well as our means.
A 101 year old woman, meanwhile, has recovered from COVID 19. We may soon all be looking to her, and those like her, who have survived this particular virus for healthy antigens that we can share.
The patron saint of preventing epidemics was said to be a 16 year old girl who was martyred in the second century. Her name? St. Corona.
Her feast day is May 14th.
I wonder if by then we will all still be eating alone…perhaps. But I do see possibilities that we will emerge from this as better people—more caring. More tender. More connected at the heart. And so eager to reach out and hold not only our families but also those among us who when called upon, chose to serve.
May it be so.