Masks

I don’t understand why so many people are upset about being required to wear protective face masks in public. It is baffling.

Wearing a mask is a simple act of love.

I wrote an entire post that I’ve decided not to share. I was angry. It was judgmental. Although, if I do say so myself, it was kind of clever.

It was clever! But it was mean.

I don’t want to be mean.

Instead, I’m just going to say that I’m thinking a lot about masks. It’s a positive sign that the President was finally spotted wearing one. But it was only because he was visiting a hospital, apparently. He said that while masks are appropriate sometimes, they are not necessary at all times.

Which sort of sounds like it is good to be caring and conscientious sometimes, but not all the time.  Sometimes, I guess, it is OK not to care?

I think I might be sliding into negativity again. I just deleted another three sentences of rant.

So friends, let’s wear our masks. Let’s look after the least of these: the elderly, the immunocompromised.  Let’s picture Jesus walking toward us, and think about whether or not he’d be wearing a mask.

It’s not that hard.

It’s just a simple act of love.