I’m not a psychiatrist, neither am I an expert in public policy, so it’s not for me to suggest how you and I can make a difference to this appalling public health crisis. Except in one way. As your pastor I can suggest something. Love. Love our depressed neighbors, our anxious neighbors, our neighbors who have some imbalance in their brain chemistry, love those who were born atypical, or became so after trauma of some kind. Love them. And I’ll leave you and the Holy Spirit to collaborate in working out what that means in your situation.