COVD FB Post 2020 05 29 “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
The sages nod their heads. “This is the COVID!”
A young woman speaks. “There is no COVID. It is just the exosomes produced by the body to cleanse the cell and to communicate….” The News Guard clamps a hand over her mouth, “Fake News!”
“And there are boot marks on his neck,” the crowd protests.
The sages nod their heads. “There are boot marks on many necks, but he cannot breathe. It is the sign of the COVID. One Cause. One Disease. One Cure.”
“But what is the cure for the COVID?”
The young woman starts to speak, but the News Guard clamps a hand over her mouth.
The sages shake their heads. “There is no cure for the COVID.”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
The cry comes from the heart of the country, yes, from the canyons of the city.
“But you live in a tower reaching into the clouds with air all around you,” say the sages.
“The air is thick like ashes. My breath is like dust in the wind. I can’t breathe!”
“But there is a tree to cleanse the air at the base of your building. It sits in a pot of soil and purifies the air.”
“Woe has come upon me because they have joined house to house, field to field, that there is no place where I may dwell alone in the midst of the land. I can’t breathe!
“My land is now a pot of soil growing a withered fig tree that bears no fruit. My hand is withered from disuse. The fig tree has become like me, and I have become like it. We cannot breathe.”
“But it is for your good that we are placed one on top of the other in our cubicles of isolation. Remember: We are all in this alone together!”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
On May 6, the Fauci on 60 Minutes condescendingly says to take off the mask, and then you can breathe more easily, silly goose! The mask is for the sick and the healthcare workers.
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
Who is the victim of the COVID?
The virus stalks those who have felt the ugliness and bitterness of life.
They are the poor, the infirm, the aged. They are the least of these, the fringe people. They are those who have had to become immune to life.
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
“Send him to the House of Mercy, yes, to a bed in a nursing home.”
"You banish me to live under a false name, the House of Mercy. The sign above the entrance reads, ‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter!’”
“Do not call it banishment. It is isolation together. It is a place for the unity of aloneness. It is the oxymoron of oneness together in isolation.”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
The man lays on his bed by the pool. He has been paralyzed for 38 years, unable to move by himself. Others must carry him.
Why can he not move?
“There have been Lions in the street from all over the world, one Lion from here, another Lion from there! Always new Lions….And now there is the COVID Lying there! The Lying COVID says that I cannot breathe. Therefore, I cannot breathe.”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
“Then we will force you to breathe. We will put you on the ventilator. You must live, and this is the least that we can do.”
“Why must I live? What is it to you?”
“If you live, you are a number on the plus side. If you die, you are still a statistic, but on the minus side. But do not worry, we will be paid regardless of the outcome.
”Really, do not worry! There will be a vaccine, like the flu shot with a permanent marker, to protect the others. Be of good cheer!”
The stale air of the enclosed room forced into his lungs gives no life. It is not like the breath of God.
“I couldn’t breathe! I couldn’t breathe!” ****
(Thinking of the COVID Pandemic, our reaction to the threat of a virus, Jesus’ miracles come to mind. The pandemic seems like Old Testament stuff, and previous posts have been framed that way. It is time for a new perspective.
Perhaps it is time for a miracle, a miracle like raising us from the dead.
Perhaps someone will open our eyes so that we can see, open our ears to hear, open our minds to truth, open our mouths to speak this truth, open our hearts to love, open…everything.)
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“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
The sages nod their heads. “This is the COVID!”
A young woman speaks. “There is no COVID. It is just the exosomes produced by the body to cleanse the cell and to communicate….” The News Guard clamps a hand over her mouth, “Fake News!”
“And there are boot marks on his neck,” the crowd protests.
The sages nod their heads. “There are boot marks on many necks, but he cannot breathe. It is the sign of the COVID. One Cause. One Disease. One Cure.”
“But what is the cure for the COVID?”
The young woman starts to speak, but the News Guard clamps a hand over her mouth.
The sages shake their heads. “There is no cure for the COVID.”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
The cry comes from the heart of the country, yes, from the canyons of the city.
“But you live in a tower reaching into the clouds with air all around you,” say the sages.
“The air is thick like ashes. My breath is like dust in the wind. I can’t breathe!”
“But there is a tree to cleanse the air at the base of your building. It sits in a pot of soil and purifies the air.”
“Woe has come upon me because they have joined house to house, field to field, that there is no place where I may dwell alone in the midst of the land. I can’t breathe!
“My land is now a pot of soil growing a withered fig tree that bears no fruit. My hand is withered from disuse. The fig tree has become like me, and I have become like it. We cannot breathe.”
“But it is for your good that we are placed one on top of the other in our cubicles of isolation. Remember: We are all in this alone together!”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
On May 6, the Fauci on 60 Minutes condescendingly says to take off the mask, and then you can breathe more easily, silly goose! The mask is for the sick and the healthcare workers.
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
Who is the victim of the COVID?
The virus stalks those who have felt the ugliness and bitterness of life.
They are the poor, the infirm, the aged. They are the least of these, the fringe people. They are those who have had to become immune to life.
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
“Send him to the House of Mercy, yes, to a bed in a nursing home.”
"You banish me to live under a false name, the House of Mercy. The sign above the entrance reads, ‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter!’”
“Do not call it banishment. It is isolation together. It is a place for the unity of aloneness. It is the oxymoron of oneness together in isolation.”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
The man lays on his bed by the pool. He has been paralyzed for 38 years, unable to move by himself. Others must carry him.
Why can he not move?
“There have been Lions in the street from all over the world, one Lion from here, another Lion from there! Always new Lions….And now there is the COVID Lying there! The Lying COVID says that I cannot breathe. Therefore, I cannot breathe.”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
“Then we will force you to breathe. We will put you on the ventilator. You must live, and this is the least that we can do.”
“Why must I live? What is it to you?”
“If you live, you are a number on the plus side. If you die, you are still a statistic, but on the minus side. But do not worry, we will be paid regardless of the outcome.
”Really, do not worry! There will be a vaccine, like the flu shot with a permanent marker, to protect the others. Be of good cheer!”
The stale air of the enclosed room forced into his lungs gives no life. It is not like the breath of God.
“I couldn’t breathe! I couldn’t breathe!” ****
(Thinking of the COVID Pandemic, our reaction to the threat of a virus, Jesus’ miracles come to mind. The pandemic seems like Old Testament stuff, and previous posts have been framed that way. It is time for a new perspective.
Perhaps it is time for a miracle, a miracle like raising us from the dead.
Perhaps someone will open our eyes so that we can see, open our ears to hear, open our minds to truth, open our mouths to speak this truth, open our hearts to love, open…everything.)
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