If I never hear the two words “social distancing” again in my life it will be too soon! It has amazed me how fast the commercials on TV and all media has re-made their commercials to cash in on products for this time. I have gotten emails offering special made facemasks, along with the many offering me medicine for ED so I can keep my woman happy (what is wrong with my email addresses??? Do they sound like men who are in need of such products instead of an average and more than middle aged woman with grandchildren?? GIVE ME A BREAK!)
I guess there is a profit to be made from times like these and there are those “entrepreneurs” who stand ready to do just that.
Then there are the “germaphobes” for whom this has presented the perfect excuse to do what they wanted to do any way, and carried hand sanitizer in their purse or pocket incase they encountered some rude person who insisted on shaking their hand. Now they can make up all types of ways to never touch another human and it is perfectly acceptable.
Don’t get me wrong I have exercised all the cautions I have always exercised, and I have not been out breaking the rules, I don’t want to cause any harm to come into my house or family, however I can say I’m sick of it if I want to, right?
Something that set me free from worrying about getting dirty was something my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Carter, told us. She said we should never worry about getting dirty or doing a job we thought was nasty, like cleaning the toilet bowl as long as there was soap and water. “Everything washes off”. Then she showed us all the proper way to clean our hands. Since then there has never been a job too nasty for me to tackle or a person too dirty for me to reach out and love.
I’m not trying to win or lose points by expressing my opinion, it’s just that… my opinion and you know what they say about those… they’re like navels, everybody has one.
Matthew 25: 31-45 “Then he will turn to the ‘goats,’ the ones on his left, and say, ‘Get out, worthless goats! You’re good for nothing but the fires of hell. And why? Because—
I was hungry and you gave me no meal,
I was thirsty and you gave me no drink,
I was homeless and you gave me no bed,
I was shivering and you gave me no clothes,
Sick and in prison, and you never visited.’
“Then those ‘goats’ are going to say, ‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or homeless or shivering or sick or in prison and didn’t help?’
“He will answer them, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you failed to do one of these things to someone who was being overlooked or ignored, that was me—you failed to do it to me.’