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That was the response of the beautiful and unmasked woman I talked to today at Scheel’s. And I could so relate. I’ll return to this story, but first let’s talk about getting yelled at.
It was yesterday and along with a friend in a local grocery store, I was maskless. I was picking out mushrooms when I heard someone say, “Thank you, Ladies.” She was thanking us for joining her in resisting the evil, unlawful, useless, stupid, unhealthy, devisive edict (not a law) to wear masks in Colorado.
Now, before I go on with getting yelled at, let me give you some background. I had discussed my reasons for wearing masks in small businesses, with my friend, who never, no not ever, wears a mask. I explained to her that I know of busybodies who call the health department, whose little minions then come and exercise their newfound power by threatening small business owners over not policing their stores.
Since small businesses are falling like rain in our state (this before a possible Biden Admin $15.00 minimum wage, which will be, according the those I’ve talked to, the end) I don’t want to add to their problems, and therefore I wear the stupid, useless, stifling, germ-filled, unhealthy, unlawful, and did I mention stupid and useless masks (if you don’t believe me, stop listening to the establishment media and so some research, such as Dr. Lee Merritt’s findings-see the bottom of this post). My friend was swayed not at all, but did talk to the store owners, saying, “Do you want my business or not? I’ll shop without a mask, or I’ll not shop at all. It’s up to you.” They assured her they wanted her business and so I joined her in, gasp, showing my entire face.
Back to the lady who thanked us for daring to show our faces in public, our buddy-in-bravery, Sherry. We’re having a great time. Sherry explains that her son was just fired for not wearing his mask on a construction site, but that the day was still marvelous as she’d talked a 19-year-old out of an abortion earlier in the day. She talked about how she and her husband left their mega church due to its pitiful and pathetic and faithless reponse to our evil state government’s unlawful edicts, about treating COVID with Ivermectin, about this and that, and so much more.
And then. From across the produce section and over by the deli, we hear a shout, “Put on your masks!” Sherry says, “Are you protecting me with that mask? I Conceal Carry, and I’m protecting you.”
This is not the kind of person who approves of Conceal Carry. This is the type of jello person (and she looks the part) who will hide under the tomatoes and scream and cry and beg and plead with a shooter. And die. My buddy adds her two-cents about the masks being worthless, and our assailant is yet unmoved.
It’s my turn. “We’re not supposed to live in fear,” I call out.
“I’m not afraid,” she yells.
“Yes, you are. We’re commanded by Jesus not to fear.”
Game over. She’s gone.
The moral of this story: Whatever the problem, situation, or conversation–Jesus is the Answer.
Back to Lady Beautiful in Scheels.
I’m standing next to John who is checking out and I notice this marvelous looking young woman on the other side of the checker. She has luxuriant black hair, down to her waist and curly. Her skin is flawless and her make-up perfect. Most of all, her face is compelling–intelligent and lovely. I step around in front of her (I’m maskless, by the way). “Thank you,” I say, “For not wearing your mask.” She looks wary, like she’s waiting for the “punch” line. I smile. “For showing your entire beautiful face.”
She relaxes visibly. “Thank you for not yelling at me.”
Ladies and Gentlemen, if you think that dog-training mask will save you, if it makes you feel (SO FALSELY) safe, then by all means wear it. But remember, if it’s really that almighty and powerful, you don’t need to worry about my not wearing one. Just be glad of my certain and emminent demise.
And just one more thing while we’re at it. Stop with the child abuse of making your kids wear masks. JUST SAY NO!
Dr. Lee Merritt’s Impressive and Astouding Findings
Even as I am grieved and aggrieved at masks, social distancing, and other evidences of people tormented by Fear and lies, I am glad of the changes I see. In me.
After the third “encounter” with extremely aggressive and just plain demented-by-fear folks because my mask was below my nose, I am at a good place with it all. I am in a place of prayer, day in and day out, and all the day long. And even as I want “the end of masks forever and ever amen” all of it is growing me, hooray.
I wasn’t always so sanguine, and handled each mask attack differently. To the first “helper” I said, “I don’t need a mask, I have Jesus,” which caused him to physically jerk and jump, and then scuttle away as quickly as possible.
I wasn’t feeling so smug after subsequent incidents. “You’re not that special,” I said to three store clerks actually shouting at my husband and me across the store (about 30 feet away). We turned and left the store, where they no doubt lamented the idiocy of stupid old goats like us who are too dumb to understand the importance to us all of wearing the masks.
Then there was the wild girl who looked like she was about to lose it, so I pulled up the mask and said just loudly enough for her to hear as I left the store, “Shove it up your ass.” Yay, Bev. Way to go! That really was brilliant and beautiful.
And then. She was a young mom who just really, really, really got under my skin. If you’re a bit “mature” as am I, you know the one. She thinks her child is the first and only and she’s God’s golden model of excellence in motherhood. Along with that pride, of course, is the knowledge that anyone past fifty is passe, and must be helped and educated and somehow tolerated. Just the memory of that encounter. Well, I didn’t say much to her, as she made it clear that listening wasn’t her strong suit. But I lost my joy over it to the extent that I had to come up with a strategy.
Obviously, I reasoned, these helpful little darlings aren’t going anywhere (there have been two more happy times to date). I had gone through the usual prayers of repentance, forgiveness, etc. but I couldn’t shake the aggravation of Super Mom. Finally, I did two things: I made a plan for exactly how to handle it next time; and I gave her a name and went to work in prayer.
I named her Amanda and her baby Chloe, and prayed for her husband, home, finances, everything that came to mind. I prayed her free from fear. And I determined that the next encounter will go something like this:
Helper: I’ll need you to pull your mask up all the way and keep your nose covered.
Bev: Oh, certainly, even though I can’t breathe and it’s very unhealthy, and the masks don’t work. I’ll do that for you, and listen to your views about this, and very respectfully, and in return I’d like to ask you to listen to my views about the real reason, even deeper than those I mentioned, about the mask.
Helper: OK (not looking very ecstatic so far).
Bev: The real reason is that Jesus is my healer. I haven’t been to the doctor since my last child was born twenty years ago, and (if there’s a child) I can tell you how to raise that child free from the torment of Fear.
Helper: Uh . . . (she very well may leave with a pithy comment about my selfishness and ignorance, punctuated with sighs and eye-rollings, in which case we hope Bev’s best laid plans don’t fly out the window as she blows it yet again). But let’s just suppose things remain civil.
Bev: Here’s my card. I’d love to talk to you about this. And pray with you. You don’t have to live in fear. Call me. Really.
Helper takes card and I ask if she’s brave enough to shake my hand. I ask her for her name and tell her I’m going to pray for her, assuring her that I’ve been where she is, only probably much more fearful, as I was a world-class worrier once upon a time.
I hate Fear, and I hate the author of it. The Great Deceiver, Father of Lies.
If you’re under the dominion of Fear nothing I can say will change your mind. The mask, may I suggest, is your God. But could I implore and beg you to look at the words of God, the deeds of Jesus. “For God has not given us a Spirit of Fear, but of power and love and a sound mind.” You can’t have it both ways, if you bow to fear, you will be powerless, unloving, and not of sound mind.
Let us all pray for victory over Fear. Let us pray for each other and let us be changed. Amen.