Praying in the Pandemic
In about an hour I will pick up Trey and one of his co-workers and drive them to where they used to work to pick up their last checks.
For Trey it’s the loss of a job that he has proudly held since he was 14, a place where he found purpose, identity, fellowship, and joy that as someone on the autism scale he has found nowhere else.
It was a second family that supported him in ways beyond a paycheck.
We are devastated for him.
For his co-worker, it’s the loss of the job he fed his family with.
I am devastated for him as well.
The owner of the restaurant is a good and kind man, the kind of small business owner that really made America great.
We hurt for him as he does his painful duties.
Trey’s mom is the world’s best nurse and her anxiety is off the charts.
I woke up with a kidney stone and a diverticulitis attack…which usually puts me in the hospital for a few hours to get IV antibiotics and pain relief.
The hospital has no time for such…I’ll have to get through it.
Stories like this are being replicated by the millions as the coronavirus spreads.
Here’s what I want to do.
If you or a loved one is affected by this pandemic, put their name on the prayer list and we’ll commit as a community to lift them before the Lord on a regular basis.
If we need to create a special post just for this we will.
We need to be praying for our medical professionals, our stockers, our clerks, our truckers, and so many more.
We are inadequate to meet this challenge.
God is not.