Incomes are being affected. That's scary stuff. How to pay bills? How to save for retirement? How to...?
And then there's the fear of being infected with this life-threatening virus, and of course, how long all of this might last.
I'm beginning to see this up close. Friends especially who've been hit by this unprejudiced wave seemingly overnight.
Considering all of that...
It is a fact that today, means of communication are available to all of us which are almost instantaneous. But considering especially when it comes to our pocketbooks being negatively impacted, this is new, very private territory for many people.
"When it comes to my pocketbook, ain't none of your damn business!"
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When Angie and I had our first child, our bills exceeded my income. We knew this was coming during her pregnancy, therefore we prepared by me seeking out a second job which in turn ended up being janitorial work. And, oh my goodness, the embarrassment! To not be able to pay our bills with my singular "professional grade" income was so humiliating that I kept it hidden from everyone (even my 'rents).
But we knew that difficult change was coming due to the fact that we'd chosen to reduce our income substantially. That's the vital difference. Knowing what's coming versus being blindsided. Too, how are men expected to go to similar lengths when they can't even leave their homes by order of state government?
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In closing, our culture hasn't changed. Men are still sinners. Therefore, opportunities abound for all of us to medicate any and all suffering with their digital / cultural wares. All the while justifying the behavior through our hopelessness, bleakness, desperation, anger...
Don't do it.
Instead, invest that pain into someone within the Samson community. Allow them the privilege of walking with you. Let your suffering gain some present purpose in that regard. You will not regret it. But you must choose firstly to commit to what's best for you.
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