My oldest child went to a Christian school for kindergarten. It was tied to the church that ran her preschool. She turned out to be the youngest one in the class, a full year younger than her carpool mate. They shared an October birthday.
Let’s call that girl Shannon. Let’s call her mom Debbie. I’ll call my daughter Becky. Shannon and Becky weren’t really friends, but we did live near each other, good for carpooling.
One day Becky came home from school after Debbie dropped her off and told me that Shannon’s mom didn’t make her wear her seatbelt on the freeway.
After asking a bunch of questions, I was convinced that what my daughter was telling me was true.
I asked Debbie about it the next day, my day to drive.
“Oh, God will protect us,” she said.
I went home and thought about that for about five minutes. Then I called up Debbie and said I was done carpooling with her.
Fast forward to last week.
A friend of mine, who didn’t want to get the Covid vaccine but then did because some of us threatened to not dance with him if he didn’t, told me that one of his lady friends who is my age (60s) told him that she doesn’t need the vaccine because God will protect her.
This reminds me of the joke about the person stuck in a flood, and first a row boat comes to save them, and they say, “No, God will protect me.”
Then a bigger boat comes as the flood waters rise.
“No, God will protect me,” the believer says.
Then a ship comes when the believer is on the rooftop of his house.
You know what comes next.
In the end, the believer dies and goes to heaven.
“God, why didn’t you protect me?” the dead believer asks.
“I sent you a row boat, a bigger boat, and a ship,” God said. “What more did you want?”
God has sent us scientists who were able to use twenty years’ worth of research to produce a vaccine that is saving people’s lives.
Not to beat a dead horse, but a person can believe in God and also believe in getting vaccinated. It’s not an either/or proposition.
God helps those who help themselves.
Sorry, horse. I will stop now.