To Mask or not to Mask

Do everything in love.

1 Corinthians 16:14

In case you've been living,

or hiding under a rock the last few months,

( I don't blame you, at this point)

there is a huge debate that is cutting into the fabric of everyone's life.

Are you ready for the debate that everyone is ready to come to blows about?

MASKS!

You read that right masks.

Should you wear one should you not wear one.

It's crazy!

People are getting into fisticuffs over a face covering.

Everyone has a point of view on the subject and "facts" to prove they are right.

Some people insist that everyone should wear a mask.

"It's an act of love and consideration for your fellow man",

they say,

"it keeps everyone safe".

Meanwhile others are just as sure that not wearing a mask is an

"act of faith" and an "infringement on their rights as a living breathing free American".

I have no desire to enter the debate on either side.

Instead I would like to suggest a third option.

LOVE.

Let's read it again slower.

L O V E.

I seriously doubt that God cares if we wear masks or not.

You're no better if you do and no worse if you don't.

My suggestion ...

Let's cut each other some slack. This is an area where God has not spoken.

If you wear a facecovering,

GREAT!

I'll give you a high five and respect your decision to wear a mask.

If you choose not to wear a mask,

SUPER!

I'll give you a high five as well and I'll respect your choice to ot wear a mask.

Perhaps you choose to decide whether you wear a mask depending on the situation.

That's fine too.

Guess what? I really don't care if you wear one or not.

I'll live and mind my own business.

Let's not shame and judge each other for something as small as a cloth over the face.

Would not God prefer that we love that man without a mask? or the lady with one?

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