Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of the Covid-19 pandemic here in Canada. We went into lockdown on March 14th, and our lives changed overnight. I think I am a pretty positive person overall, but I have really felt the impact of this year on my physical, mental, and spiritual health as never before.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to book myself to receive the AstraZeneca vaccine next week, but after researching the efficacy of this particular vaccine and the fact some countries have pulled the vaccine due to clotting concerns, I elected to wait for the next roll out until May.
It’s so hard to know what to do. The information seems to change daily. I feel guilty I had the opportunity to be vaccinated, but am now waiting. I want to trust public health officials, they’re the experts after all, but I waver in trusting them entirely. I’m not a rule-breaker. I try to follow all the health protocols in place, but I’m starting to question and doubt. It’s unnatural to be so separated from personal contact with others.
We went to an in-person church service last Sunday. First time since last August we were there in person rather than watching online. We must wear masks, we must sit physically distant from others, and refrain from congregational singing. Still, it’s important to be together in corporate worship. I’ve certainly missed it!
I am flustered by the fact that some churches in Alberta are flouting the public health rules citing religious freedoms are more important than following the current restrictive health protocols in the province. One Pastor is currently in jail, for allowing packed church services, with no distancing, or masking that violates public health rules. He’s applauded by many in the faith community, who agree with his stance. I understand his frustrations, but I cannot support his rebellion. There are too many people who have battled Covid, who have lost loved ones to the disease, and many like myself, who are so vulnerable to serious complications if we catch it, that we must still adhere to the health measures. To do otherwise, is irresponsible.
How do we navigate being in the world and yet be apart from it? I’ll admit I do not have the answers. I pray this pandemic will end soon. I’m weary of it. It’s been a long, uncomfortable, challenging year.
I read an interesting article my step niece posted on Facebook:
“For a small amount of perspective at this moment, imagine you were born in 1900. When you are 14, World War I starts and ends on your 18th birthday with 22 million people killed. Later in the year, a Spanish Flu epidemic hits the planet and runs until you are 20. Fifty million people die from it in those two years. Yes, 50 million.
When you’re 29, the Great Depression begins. Unemployment hits 25%, global GDP drops 27%. That runs until you are 33. The country nearly collapses along with the world economy. When you turn 39, World War II starts. You aren’t even over the hill yet.
When you’re 41, the United States is fully pulled into WWII. Between your 39th and 45th birthday, 75 million people perish in the war and the Holocaust kills six million. At 52, the Korean War starts, and five million perish.
Approaching your 62nd birthday you have the Cuban Missile Crisis, a tipping point in the Cold War. Life on our planet, as we know it, could well have ended. Great leaders prevented that from happening.
At 64 the Vietnam War begins, and it doesn’t end for many years. Four million people die in that conflict.
As you turn 75, the Vietnam War finally ends. Think of everyone on the planet born in 1900. How do you survive all of that? A kid in 1985 didn’t think their 85-year-old grandparent understood how hard school was. Yet those grandparents (and now great grandparents) survived through everything listed above.
Perspective is an amazing art. Let’s try and keep things in perspective. Let’s be smart, help each other out, and we will get through all of this. In the history of the world, there has never been a storm that lasted. This too shall pass.”- Author Unknown
Keep moving forward!