This week, in a conversation with friends, I heard my roommate say it was coronavirus that killed his father. This verdict is true only as part of a larger whole truth. And I was left to wonder. Was it a tactful or blind response? My roommate’s father was diagnosed with blockages around his heart in mid-December of 2020. Those blockages required immediate by-pass surgery only a week before Christmas. Unfortunately, Mr. Roommate’s father was back in the hospital by Christmas night. Two weeks later, he died.

Was coronavirus a contributing factor? Yes. But, Mr. Roommate’s father was in terrible health due to a history of poor health choices. He ate low-nutrition carbs, fried meats, and drank large quantities of wine and brown liquor. As if that wasn’t enough, I’m fairly certain the man never exercised or ventured outside for longer than it takes to walk to his car from the house or house to the car. Everything about his lifestyle made him a prime candidate for heart disease.

I reiterate my confusion. Was my roommate trying to turn a complicated story into a simple answer? Perhaps. But, I don’t think so. Given previous conversations, my assumption is coronavirus is an easy villain to blame. It’s a monster he can’t control, and requires no responsibility on his part. Should he admit his father’s fault, my roommate would be required to examine his lifestyle- a task he is unwilling to do at the moment.

If I were you I’d wonder why I bothered to write this. For starters, no one reads this blog. The few who do are trust worthy. Secondly, this is my blog. I will discuss what I please. And I can take down whatever post I like or delete them.

My final reason for writing this blog is to examine the blind spots in my heart. I want to ask the questions. What do I believe about my life that is an utter lie? What is obvious to everyone else, but not to me? For now, I do not know. All I know is I do not want to live my life propped up by false narratives, walls I put up to protect myself from the truth. I see how lies keep my roommate (and others I know) in the dark. The darkness foster’s resentment and depression and pulls us from the Lord. And no lie is worth being separated from the Father and His kind heart.