When I was a little girl, I took piano lessons. My lessons in elementary school were on Wednesday evenings, at Mrs. McWade’s home, two doors down from my grandparents. I loved going to my grandma’s house and usually would spend the night (Mom would come get me in the morning for school). But those lessons!
My lessons were ninety minutes long. That’s right, NINETY minutes. From 7:30 – 9:00 p.m., I grappled to survive those minutes, each one of which seemed interminable. [Let me digress to say that both of my older brothers took lessons from Mrs. McWade, as well, and they had half-hour lessons. Maybe mom and dad thought I’d do better with more instruction.] At any rate, about six minutes into the lesson, I’d begin to tear up, and Mrs. McWade would always say, “We’re soon through.”
What a hoot! Like I couldn’t read a clock and didn’t know that we had barely scratched the surface of the time I had to sit on that bench and clomp through scales and music. But, she always said it anyway. I guess to comfort me.
Meanwhile, years later, my father-in-law told a joke that we loved. He told many jokes, actually, but this is one of my favorites. It goes something like this: A man’s house was flooding from hard rain and he climbed to the second level of his home. The rain and the water kept coming and neighbors called to him to leave the area with them. He responded, “No worries, the Lord will save me.”
When the water was almost to his second floor, a boat came by and the driver flagged him to get on board. The man said, “No worries, the Lord will save me.”
The water continued to rise and the man climbed out of his house and onto the roof. Another boat came by and the man driving yelled, “Get on, get on!” The man on the roof replied, ‘“No worries, the Lord will save me.”
Finally, with the water level rising to the roof, a helicopter flew over, dropping a rope ladder. The pilot said, over a speaker, “Climb on!” but the man yelled back, ‘“No worries, the Lord will save me.”
The water continued to rise and the man drowned. When he arrived at the Pearly Gates, the man met the Lord and said, “Lord, why didn’t you save me?”
The Lord shook His head and said to him, “I sent two boats and a helicopter. What more did you want?”
It always struck us as funny, because we humans do tend to ignore things that would help us, though thankfully not often to that extreme. I think about that joke a lot these days, because in a very non-humorous way, it’s happening in real life right now.
As the case rate and death rate continue to climb from Covid and its variants, the Lord must be shaking his head at us. He’s sent us three different injectable vaccinations and now a pill, and yet we’re not getting vaccinated. What more do we want?
Just like my piano lessons, the time is stretching endlessly and we’re struggling amidst it. I’d like to think we’re soon through with this pandemic, but I fear we’re not.
Just to be clear, I am not vaccinated due to serious concerns about my future reaction with a heart condition – far too many have succummed to a heart attack after getting the vac – and I
would be prime for that. I have however – worked tirelessly to keep healthy by taking many supplement and vitamins to boost my immune system – I got the first round of covid – the worst possible one so far and was not that bad – not even a fever with it, and now I believe my body has elements to fight off any new version – which is obviously less potent than the original- as that is what viruses do – they do not want to kill many, just get many more sick – like the flu – each new version – many more sick – less death – better results for it (if it was a person trying to make folks sick and waste time and money on getting better – ia person could not do a better job) – anyway, I will continue to fight for good health and hope that our experts would spend more time and energy on finding ways to beat the virus with Gods natural foods and herbs and such – I believe He has the answer, if we would seek Him and His ways for healing the bodies He made!!!