Yesterday was a good day. I got to spend some extended time with God in West Branch State Park in the morning. I took the afternoon off (to prepare for H2O’s in-person worship gatherings to start up again this weekend). We got our new furnace up and running. But the most best and most meaningful moment happened yesterday afternoon, at 4:48 PM, when my Mom texted me the picture above. She and my Dad both got their first shot of Pfizer’s COVID-19 vaccine. And honestly, it felt like even more of a turning point than I expected.
Over the course of the last year, I’ve dealt with a lot of fear and uncertainty. In the face of the COVID-19 Pandemic, what is the right thing to do as a citizen? A pastor? A father? A son? This year has revealed that I’m even more of a rule-follower than I previously understood myself to be. There just haven’t been many clear rules to follow over the last year! We’ve figured thing out as we’ve gone along. But it hasn’t been easy.
Now that we’ve learned more of the science behind COVID and precautions to prevent its spread, I’m really not that worried about catching the virus, myself. I am, however, scared to death of (accidentally) transmitting the virus to someone else. My parents especially. They’re both older, and they both have chronic diseases that could cause extra problems for them, if they were to come down with a case of COVID. So I’ve been torn all year with knowing how to love them well. I definitely didn’t want to give them COVID. But I also didn’t want to leave them to fend for themselves. We’ve tried to walk a tightrope with outdoor family gatherings and other creative workarounds. Still, it’s been hard.
With the completion of their inoculation only a month away, however, I feel, like, crazy-hopeful. We’ve hit the turning point in our race to survive this pandemic. We’re on the home stretch now. Even if my own vaccination is a bit further off, I’m living vicariously through my parents.