COVID-19 Lockdown, Day 77
Today was a mixed bag. We had another good service outside, even though we had issues with the sound system. For those who are unaware, moving an entire sound system is hard work. You must position speaks in a way that people can be heard, plug in cables to each of them, make sure there are enough microphones, and find a power supply for everything, all whilst organizing things so that no one trips. Trust me, preparing outdoor services is no picnic, and if the slightest thing goes wrong, someone will come over to complain. People seem to be so quick to complain, yet it never occurs to them that people are trying their best. This is why it is difficult to get people to commit to volunteering. After all, if you are only going to get a finger wagged at you at every mistake, why bother?
This reminds me of the story of an old man, his son, and their donkey. They had just harvested their crops for the year, and they placed their finished product in a cart and hitched up their donkey. The man let his son sit on the donkey, and he walked beside the cart. After a few minutes down the road, someone criticized the boy for making his father walk, so the boy and the man switched places on the donkey. Later, someone criticized the man for making his son walk so far in the hot sun, so both walked with the donkey. Again later, someone called both the boy and the man foolish for walking, while they have a strong donkey to carry them, so they both sat on the donkey, and someone accused them for being cruel to the donkey as both men sat on it while it still had to pull the cart.
I'll let you decide what the moral of the story is, but I have a few questions for the strangers on the road. First, is it your donkey? Second, is it your family? Third, did you help grow the crops? Fourth, if you hate what the man and his son are doing, do you plan to help them do it the right way? It is so easy to talk about what does not concern you or what you have no notion to assist, yet it is much harder to get the WHOLE story, is it not?
Tomorrow is a new work week. I hope it is a better one. I hope we can get back to "old time social work" again, where we take people to medical appointments and talk to them in person. These restrictions are like ticks on my legs, and I am becoming anemic.
--Signing off.
This reminds me of the story of an old man, his son, and their donkey. They had just harvested their crops for the year, and they placed their finished product in a cart and hitched up their donkey. The man let his son sit on the donkey, and he walked beside the cart. After a few minutes down the road, someone criticized the boy for making his father walk, so the boy and the man switched places on the donkey. Later, someone criticized the man for making his son walk so far in the hot sun, so both walked with the donkey. Again later, someone called both the boy and the man foolish for walking, while they have a strong donkey to carry them, so they both sat on the donkey, and someone accused them for being cruel to the donkey as both men sat on it while it still had to pull the cart.
I'll let you decide what the moral of the story is, but I have a few questions for the strangers on the road. First, is it your donkey? Second, is it your family? Third, did you help grow the crops? Fourth, if you hate what the man and his son are doing, do you plan to help them do it the right way? It is so easy to talk about what does not concern you or what you have no notion to assist, yet it is much harder to get the WHOLE story, is it not?
Tomorrow is a new work week. I hope it is a better one. I hope we can get back to "old time social work" again, where we take people to medical appointments and talk to them in person. These restrictions are like ticks on my legs, and I am becoming anemic.
--Signing off.
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