Is it my imagination, or does the time go by more quickly during the coronavirus Pandemic? One day blurs into the next, and I sometimes have trouble realizing it’s a weekend. Often, there is no difference.

This crisis seems different to me than the others I’ve lived through, it looks lonelier, and I am so weary of the eternal argument that has replaced the idea of unity or leadership.

As a culture, we have been asked to balance two critically essential needs – the lives of many thousands of people versus the infrastructure of life that makes the lives of the living possible.

I don’t know how to balance the expected deaths of more than 150,000 people because the states are opening up against the misery and genuine hardship that comes locking down people’s work, family, schooling, and economic infrastructure.

Most of the dying will be the poorest and neediest and oldest among us, somehow I think Jesus Christ would know what to do.

I think of all the women being injured due to the rising domestic violence, the people getting sick and dying because they are afraid to go to hospitals and the countless men and women who have lost their businesses and savings.

Hard, hard choices. Each will make so many others unhappy. There is no simple, easy path through this one.

Monday is an important day here in Bedlam; it sets the tone for the week. I’m starting my day buying $400 in gift cards for the Bishop Maginn High School Families.

These are the people who are out of work, hungry, and increasingly sick. I am committed to keeping them from being hungry or humiliated. It is a good feeling and a good way to start the week. I know why I am here

You can learn about the gift cards here.

They go out as quickly as they come in.