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As Seconds Turn to Weeks



As seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks hopefully not to months, we wait in stunned silence for directives by doctors. This coronavirus has everyone (not the Covidiots) in a confused panic. This is no bandh like we are used to in our country, this is serious.

The economy which was on a downslide has plummeted further. We are a worried lot wondering how to replenish our stock. And then the worry that we do not contract any germs from the vendor who has delivered the goods. It is not only scary, but reality has reared its ugly head.

This is happening in real-time, and not the movies. I want to wake up believing that it was just another movie and life will be back to normal. But is it going to be normal, today, tomorrow or even a month from now? Are we getting it that there is no vaccine at present? Social distancing keeps us free from the germs that spread rapidly. We need to follow protocol.

A number of us want to pin the blame on other nations that caused the outbreak. We fear that anyone with a foreign accent or someone who has returned from a trip abroad has the virus. And, while many may believe that life will be peachy soon, we need to follow precautions. Man, we need to regroup (oops wrong word), but think collectively online and find a way to beat this disgusting virus.

Prayer has always worked wonders for me in every phase of life. Many believe that prayer does not work, that is their opinion. I have mine. What does one lose by calling out to God and asking Him to get us out of this epidemic? Cry out to Him with all your might, He will hear and answer our prayers. Not in our time, but His.

This is the time we must go back to Him. We cannot barter saying, if you cure the virus we will offer prayers and spread the word. God does not want to see us suffer. With this virus doing the rounds and fast, we need to get back to our roots. Talk to each other, love each other and forgive ourselves and each other. As I write this, I know that many people have hurt me and continue to do so and will probably do so. I too have hurt many. But prayer helps me go on because I believe God will set it right. He has only to will it and my prayers will be granted. As will yours.
I do not want to digress. The virus needs to be done away with, and as we pray for a solution, we should be vigilant and not casual in our attitude. I hope that once the Lenten season is over, God will grant our prayers and remove this horrid virus.

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