This morning I was once again unable to conduct my Bible study group at a local nursing home. The residents are in quarantine. Some of the residents are sick with coughs, and influenza symptoms. A few of the residents, it is my understanding, are quarantined in their rooms. My volunteer basis of helping out is shut off as well.
I miss my visits because the folks have so much to give, not in the eyes of many folks, but I see them as folks wealthy in life experience. How I wish that younger people would see the benefit of paying attention to those confined and restricted just because they don’t think clearly anymore. They may forget what they ate for breakfast or that they ate at all, but they do remember 50 or 60 years ago and love to talk about those days. Eva’s father owned a herd of sheep and she loves to talk about taking care of them. Nancy lost all of her earthly possessions in a house fire. She knows what it is like to start over.
Today, however, I can’t hear their stories and sing the old songs with them. I am shut out and they are shut in. The command from God is, “Come out from among them, and be ye separate,” saith the Lord.” Separation is a “hot topic” issue. Although I don’t think our Biblical principles should ever change, it seems as if the issues of personal responsibility are not as serious as they used to be. I don’t know why. There are some things that tend to be a law unto themselves, I know, yet, if a Bible principle is clear, then why blur the lines?
I don’t want the flu, and I don’t want to give the flu germs that I might accidentally take into Hickory Creek. For one more week, I will be separate. For the rest of my life I will be separate from sinful activity so that I will not learn something sinful, and so that I won’t teach sinful habits by example… Quarantined from sinful ways.