"...I am the Lord that healeth thee." (from Exodus 15:16)
I spent several days this past week being quite depressed- well, to be more accurate, I was a mixture of exasperated, stunned, discouraged, surprised, and deeply saddened. I guess it's understandable that if you mix all five of those "ingredients" together, you'll get one outcome: depressed! My depression was about the coronavirus. (I am not even sure if I spelled the name of the virus correctly!) Please don't misunderstand me. It's not that I was so fearful I would become sick from this virus that I became depressed. Rather, it's that so many people around the world are so obsessed over the news of this virus. There's talk of closing the schools, closing businesses and offices, and just having everybody sealed up in their residences in a state of panic while they listen for instructions from Big Brother! Yes, it seems a lot more like the fictional 1984 of Orwell's book than like the United States of America in the early twenty-first century!
It all got "ramped up" really fast!
Even the "Super Tuesday" primary election day seems like it was maybe three months ago. The media overall has not handled this well. Sensible talk-show host Dan Rea on Nightside on Boston's WBZ radio a few days ago said he's disturbed to hear announcers on C.N.N. gleefully announcing, "We have three more cases of the coronavirus in America!" On the matter of this virus, Rea truly lived up to his reputation as "The Voice of Reason".
Online, clergy are being asked, "What changes do you plan to make at your church because of the coronavirus?" Some people are recommending cancelling church services, or at least enacting strong restrictions such as no Communion services, no coffee hours, no "greet one another" opportunities during the service, and of course cleaning the church facility as if it's a typhoid ward! It's gotten me thinking that as much as I miss pastoring, I'm glad I'm not a pastor right now- because, other than perhaps being a bit more careful about cleaning, I'd probably make no changes to how I'd normally conduct church services and activities!
I was so happy that I almost started crying when Associate Pastor Janis Collette at Bread of Life Church in Westminster this morning opened the service by saying, "I know this probably isn't politically correct but why don't you hug someone or shake someone's hand this morning!" The funny part is, I've never been very much for hugging or even much of a hand-shaker, and I've been teased for years about being reserved, standoffish, and even unfriendly; but after all the gloom and doom talk in the media this week, I've actually been wanting to be hugged at church!
I'm hesitant to write this next part, because I could easily be misunderstood and severely criticized, but here goes: Sometime around fifteen years ago, I visited an older woman in the hospital twice who was very sick. I don't know exactly what her diagnosis was, but she had some very serious and contagious virus. She was in an isolation room. There was a sign literally listing warnings about being in the room, being exposed to her, touching her, etc. I won't use her last name, but just about anybody who lived in the Framingham, Massachusetts area twenty or thirty years ago will know who I mean when I state that it was Jennie M. who was a very prominent social conservative. She wrote regular columns in the local newspaper. She was featured from time to time on Boston area radio talk shows. She was a particularly active and vocal opponent of abortion. She was controversial. In the late 1980s and early 1990s she'd actively attended First Assembly of God of Framingham where I'd pastored. She later left our church and joined her husband at a large Roman Catholic church in Framingham. Jennie's husband was in recovery and was active in the Knights of Columbus. She felt she should honor her husband and "go back to the Catholic church" of her youth. By the time I was visiting her in the hospital, her husband had passed away. She told me she became very disappointed in the Catholic church and left it. She lamented that she felt she really had no church to go to, although she loved God. Jennie M. was viewed by the MetroWest community as this politically and socially fierce and scary person! In reality she had a public image and a private life. In her private life she was a quiet, humble, and reserved woman. Despite those warnings in the hospital room, I twice went in to see her, talked to her, and laid hands on her and prayed for her. She cautioned me that I should not do that. But I saw a frightened, fragile, sick, hurting, and needy person, and I was only too glad to visit her and pray for her. I never told anybody about those visits until now. I never told my wife or my kids. I did not want them to worry. I never got sick, and they never got sick. I know why I did not get sick. The answer is: God. Obviously He wanted me to minister to Jennie M. and pray for her. (She passed away several years after that.)
Now, please don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I'm invincible! In 1991, our whole family got terribly sick with the flu! That was the worst flu I've ever had in my life and I hope to never be that sick again! Recently, in December 2019 and January 2020, I became very sick with a terrible cold. My daughter Rachel got the same bad cold at the same time. During that illness Rachel proclaimed, "This ain't no cold!" and I heartily agreed. I was convinced we each had the flu. I did not miss any days of work at my secular job. (I know, I know, you can all scream at me!) I did skip church one Sunday as I was just so sick! About three weeks ago, I had my annual physical examination with my primary care physician. I talked to him about this recent sickness and told him I was convinced it was the flu. He told me it was not the flu but that this winter a severe cold was going around that typically lasted three to five weeks and was very debilitating. That's what Rachel and I had. So, no I'm not invincible!
I can see being a bit more diligent about cleaning and disinfecting. And, the advice about staying home if you're sick is wise; and again, it's true I wrongly went to work sick. But I can't see shutting the country down and proclaiming a George Orwell style 1984. I'm going to be a little cautious and that's it. A little cautious. Those who get the coronavirus have at least a ninety-five percent chance of making a full recovery from it. If I get sick from it, I expect to make a full recovery. But frankly, if I don't, I'm not all that worried about it. I'm sixty-five-years old. I've struggled financially for most of my life, including now, but I've known the Lord Jesus Christ as my Personal Savior and Lord for almost fifty years, and have been privileged to serve as a Minister of the Gospel! My friend Pastor John S. went home to be with the Lord a week ago. If I get that virus and die, then I'm going to be with the Lord in Heaven and I'll be more than fine.
To anyone who will listen I say: Sure, use the disinfectants, and be a little more cautious than you'd normally be, but please don't go crazy over this coronavirus, and for Heaven's sake, don't stop having church services!
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