I know a bit about the quarantined life. As a teen, I spent one month in my room. Likewise, throughout history people have been quarantined, from the Middle Ages (plague) to the yellow-fever outbreaks of the 1870s to the typhus outbreak in New York in 1892. The most recent one, the Spanish Flu of 1918, killed roughly 50 million people in the U.S. and Europe. During one cholera outbreak in Europe, Mark Twain had to quarantine himself aboard a boat for two weeks.
My point? Self-isolation and quarantine are nothing new.
Even the Jewish nation has a long history of self-isolation, beginning in Exodus. Moses, in a sense, became the first public health official, instructing the people in God’s protocols for the health of the community.
Through it all we must remember that God’s people are to be a community. We are “one another’s.” The phrase “one another” appears 60-plus times in the epistles. That tells us that, as Christians, we are in this together.
To help give you perspective on a quarantined life, we’ll look at three overarching facts.
Quarantine is biblical
Think of these biblical examples of self-isolation: Passover, medical reasons (leprosy and skin-related contagion, see Leviticus 13), and separation from the ways of the world, of those things found unclean (see Leviticus 13:1-6).
In ancient Israel, think of the priests as custodians of public health, assessing the various kinds of ailments, including two forms of leprosy (see 2 Chronicles 26:21).
Even in the New Testament, lepers practiced social distancing (see Luke 17:12)
Why do we quarantine? The simple answer is that it fulfills our love for our neighbor (see 1 Corinthians 13:4-7). Moreover, Paul in Romans 13 states that the governing authorizes were appointed by God. One of the main roles of the government is protection of its people. With the coronavirus, we live by a simple equation: The flatter the rate of viral infection, the smaller the number of people who will die.
So, our quarantine is an act of love.
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SOURCE: Christian Post, Skip Heitzig