May Gibbs drawing from a 1919 public health campaign reminding people to wear their mask during the Spanish flu pandemic. |
Yesterday I had to actually go out and run some errands, something I rarely do these days. I started off very early and had to wait outside the first stop until they opened. As I sat in my car, I watched the people going to work, and I felt so sorry for them all. They were mostly young, some with small children and babies, some wearing masks, all looking miserable as they bought their cappuccinos and began their daily grind. It made me realize how lucky I am that I am able to work from home and rarely face the outside world, which is a miserable place these days, everyone paranoid about germs and impending lockdowns if Covid starts a second wave.
But I guess those are the lucky people, they still have jobs! What of all the others who've lost their jobs, have no money and no prospects on the horizon? Little wonder the suicide rate is far higher than the Covid death rate these days.
What do people rely on if they don't believe in God? They have nothing to fall back on, no reason to stay alive, no hope, just despair. And these days believing in God is a revolutionary act, much like telling the truth.
I feel so sorry for the world.... people are lost and despairing, when all they really need is to learn the Truth, and they will be okay. The trouble is, no-one is telling them the truth. Truth has left the building.