So, have you caught the swine flu mania yet?
I arrived at St. A’s preschool yesterday to a sea of tots diligently beginning the day by scrubbing in.
Egypt has doomed its eco-friendly porcines to an untimely slaughter, and they’re using thermal imaging to detect the slightest hint of fever (watch out, you over-50 ladies!) in airports worldwide. Mass gatherings are being discouraged.
So much for freedom of assembly.
It’s the end of the world as we know it! The sky is falling! Cue the Paul Revere music!
Seriously. If you’re of the opinion that the world will end at some point, usually heralded by apocalyptic events like fire and floods, aren’t we kind of…in it? (Quick leafing in progress to Revelation…)
Natural disasters? Check.
Attractive world leader removing freedoms at an alarming rate? Check.
Here’s the thing. I suspect that if we were to really take to heart and mind so many cataclysmic events at a time, we’d break down completely. Human beings cannot bear too much reality, as Oscar Wilde once said. And so, in the end (if we’re there), my hope is built on nothing less than something beyond me, beyond this world and it’s present small trials. In the end it rests not on my shoulders, but on His. And there’s something wholly, completely, and eternally grounding in that.
Off to wash my hands and avoid close spaces…
Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. -Isaiah 41:10