I’ve just got to vent. Today I arrived at church without a mask as I always have, even though 99% of the church chooses to wear them. I politely sit in the very back 6ft from others or very front 6ft from others. But today the pastor was at the door handing masks to everyone who entered. The signs “masks required” were posted bold and everywhere. I took the mask sat in my corner and put it under my chin for hymns and stared out the window for the rest of service. The singing was muffled and downtrodden. The announcements were that so and so and so and so have the virus. Gasps all around. The message was how God sends plagues when people turn away from him and our country has been turning away from God for decades. The service ended and everyone hustled out to the parking lot and left.
I’ve never left a service so defeated.
I’m a stay at home mom, my kids are homeschooled because of mask orders, my gym just closed again for Covid, every store I enter people mindlessly walk around with masks, no one small talks in super market lines, I recognize no one throughout the day.
My one day in a social setting, the day that uplifts me for the rest of the week, has been stolen. My community has been stolen. I hate it. I’ll wake up tomorrow and put my big girl britches on and grit my teeth and do whatever it takes for my family and to spread joy, but for today I want to rant and cry and give up.
It starts with us. Don’t wait for the public to suddenly wake up on their own. We have to lead. Stop wearing masks.
