
(On the Threshold of Eternity),
by Vincent van Gogh
I remember years ago hearing of the delays of children who had been in orphanages in Romania (known as dictator, Nicolae Ceaușescu’s children). They spent their days in cribs, where they were kept alive with bottles and diaper changes. What they were deficient in was physical contact, stimulation, love.
The impacts of their growing up in that environment went beyond the fact that these rooms full of babies and toddlers were without cooing or crying. These little souls were impacted in their physical, mental, emotional, social and probably every other area of their health and development … all because they were deficient in that which all humans need … human contact, interaction and love.
Now, thirty some years later, another group of humans is experiencing a type of failure to thrive, brought on, not by a nation’s dictator, but by the Coronavirus pandemic.
The news this week had been of a report finding that loneliness is impacting the mental health of Canadians (no doubt others as well). But if we, who are able to go to work, who have the ability to get out of our homes, who have human interaction every day are struggling with our mental health due to loneliness …
what about our seniors?
what about those who are living in isolation?
I have been reading lately that loneliness is a greater fear to those who are alone than Coronavirus. Read that again …
And, some studies hint that during our current pandemic more people may die of the effects of loneliness than of the virus itself.
For those who are isolated from human interaction, stress of this pandemic as well as the the loneliness that accompanies it can mean that they may be at greater risk of heart attack, stroke, depression and even premature death.
“I very much feel my solitude.”
Renata Cafferata (87, Italy)
What that says to me is that this is a need human need that we need to address … and I don’t mean that we need to write to our government officials.
What we need to do it to check in on our neighbors, friends and family who may live alone. Offer to pick up their groceries. Stop by for a visit on their porch or deck, or in their garage (make sure they are bundled up warmly). Take them a meal, drop off flowers, make a call to them, write a note, a letter … make contact with them!
These connections could save a life! This is important … it could be life or death for them!
In an article in The Atlantic, Charles H. Zeanah, a child-psychiatry professor (who was part of a study of orphaned children in Bucharest in 2000), said,
“Imagine how that must feel—to be miserable and not even know that another human being could help.”
He was speaking of babies, or children, who knew no better. They had been born into a world without their need of human interaction and attachment being met.
During this duel pandemic of Covid19 and loneliness, those who are miserable DO know that another human could help … but they are alone.
It is up to the rest of us to ensure that they do not feel the weight of that loneliness … that it does not reach down to the depths of human despair.
This, my fellow humans, especially to those of us who claim the name of Christ, is our opportunity to be the hands and feet of God.