-Chad Monroe
A few weeks ago, my family was surprised by an enormous swarm of bees at our house.
They flocked by the hundreds just outside the back door off our patio. The noise was like a buzz saw, angry and ready for anything within its reach. Thankfully we were all safe inside, away from the looming threat where we were minutes before.
After several visits from the “bee guys,” decked out in bee suites with smoke cannons, the bees still remain. Apparently, the queen has found the perfect residents inside the structural beam of the patio for her honeycomb palace. The bee colony continues to find the smallest cracks to squeeze through to get to her. They are just living, part of this world, not even knowing the fear they’ve created.
My wife and I are not allergic to bees. We have no idea if any of our four children are. While we haven’t seen a swarm like we did the first day, the colony thrives. Bees impatiently funnel in and out, colliding with anything that gets in their way.
During our 60 days and counting of home quarantine in Spain, these bees made me think about how we define safety, when and where we should assume risk and when and where we shouldn’t.
The first day we noticed the bees, we remained inside for the rest of the day. Well, I went out with a makeshift bee suit on to grill salmon for my wife’s birthday but locked up otherwise. Day two we were extra cautious as well. Day three, the “bee guys” made attempt number one to forcefully remove the bees. This offered us some comfort and we began to play outside again, just with distance and caution. Fast forward two more weeks, one more attempt at extermination, and a pending third visit later this week and here we are.
What are we to do? What is the risk of my children getting stung? What are the possible consequences of them getting stung? While we cannot answer these questions with any level of certainty, we have elected to cautiously enjoy life outside the walls of our home. It became clear that the emotional well-being of our children provided more safety than continuing to lock up inside. While it made sense to continue avoiding the bees altogether out of fear of the unknown possibilities, as time went on, we began to define safety differently. The risk of our emotional well-being outweighed the risk of getting stung by the bees.
I don’t think it’s a stretch for me to apply this bee-hive illustration to the world’s current state. How do we define safety? What risk are we willing to take and why?
I support our leaders and professional experts. Many are courageously serving during this time of crisis. Yet, there are still many unanswered questions. Some may never be answered. At some point, there is value in wisdom and re-assessing risk in terms of safety.
Safety for some may mean risking it all to simply put food on the table. Safety for others may be a full M95 mask and protective suit as they care for those in need. Safety for others may be school to escape a dangerous home life. For others, it may be locking up inside the comfort of their home with everything they need. The point is, safety for one doesn’t mean, or guarantee, safety for all.
Going forward, we have an undeniable obligation to care for each other. But we must remember this may look differently depending on how everybody defines safety.
I like your outfit. You made a good point. We all do look at it differently. That does not make your opinion wrong
I agree with you that we all may look at safety differently. I believe God is in control. However, I think we have to open things up and get back to the business of living our lives but with caution.
How true