I saw it again the other day – on a T-shirt worn by a woman in a public place.
The T-shirt said, “Faith not fear.”
I suppose she was one of those who claim that they have faith in God, and that means they don’t fear coming down with Covid.
With all due respect, that’s horse manure.
Wearing a mask, keeping a safe distance and getting vaccinated are not signs of fear. They are sensible precautions in the face of a deadly virus.
If I wear a seat belt, does that mean I live in fear?
If I don’t prance down the middle of a busy highway, does that mean I have no faith in God?
If I don’t play Russian roulette with a loaded firearm, does that mean I’m a fearful fraidy cat?
How about locking my door at night, washing my hands after using the restroom and … oh, never mind.
Deuteronomy says we ought not to put God to the test. Jesus says that, too. Good enough for me.
What these T-shirts should read is, “Pride not fear.”
Pride ain’t faith, baby. There’s a world of difference.
By the way, I’m just getting over a bout of Covid. Happily, it was one of the milder cases. I was only down for 11 days. Long enough and hard enough for me.
If you have faith and not fear, say a prayer of support for the loved ones of the 11 million Americans who have died of Covid since the pandemic started – not to mention the uncounted other millions from other countries who also have died. And stuff your pride where it should go.