Nope, you aren't reading a story from The Onion, as much as I wish this were so. A man in North Carolina took a note to a bank and demanded that the teller give him one dollar and call the cops to arrest him. Why? Because he has a bad back, a sore foot, an undiagnosed growth on his chest, no job, and three years until Social Security eligibility.
Undercover Nun, as you might imagine, is experiencing a strong reaction to this story. How dare any American call this a "Christian nation" when we refuse to care for our sick? How dare we call this a "developed nation" when we deny basic human dignity to our elders? How dare we hold ourselves up as a light to the world, when we force normal, everyday, ordinary, salt-of-the-earth people into committing robbery in order to be able to get medical help? How dare we?
The story is telling not just because it shows the sad desperation of uninsured Americans who have trouble finding health care—but also how costly it is to leave such problems unattended. James Verone may have only robbed the bank of one dollar, but the cost of jailing him for just one year in North Carolina is over $23,000, not to mention the legal fees his case will rack up as well. Similarly, if he wasn't in prison, and his health problems worsened, he could end up in an emergency room, where the state would again have to help foot the bill if he couldn't pay. Insuring him would likely be the cheapest option—which is one reason why Democrats have made universal coverage a priority under federal health reform.
As the prophet Isaiah wrote: Hear, O heavens, and listen, O earth; for the Lord has spoken: I reared children and brought them up, but they have rebelled against me. God still speaks these same words today. Listen, America, pay attention! Children know their parents as a puppy knows its mother, but you do not know me -- you drown out my voice with television and false prophets and the sound of your own voice. You are a sinful nation, filled with corruption and iniquity. Your leaders hold laws over your heads that they refuse to follow. Your people do not work the earth, but they make themselves fat on the harvest of those who do. You are a nation that is sick, your head weak from wine, your heart faint, your bones rotten and your sinews tattered. From east coast to west, you are dirtied with greed, selfishness, and fear. You were once filled with justice and righteousness, America, but now you are a faithless den of murderers.
Wash yourself, says your God. Stop this wickedness of growing fat and rich on the back of the destitute. Instead, lift up the destitute: hold out the hand of hospitality and give them cool drink and good food; bandage their wounds and welcome them into your home; clothe them in your best garment, help them to find work, and visit them when they have a home. Only by doing justice and mercy can you make yourself clean. Only by doing the will of the God who knew you before you were fully fashioned in your mother's womb will your wickedness fall from you.
I have given you a great land, says the LORD, a land rich with abundance for all of my children. Truly I tell you, you need not fear scarcity: I have given you enough. Stop your fearful hoarding and share your plenty with those who have none. Set aside your fear, and live in faith and trust. My Holy Spirit lives with you, so that you never need be alone. I promised you life -- I promised you abundant life -- but woe be to those who foolishly grasp for more than they need. To live abundantly, you must learn to do good. Cease doing evil. Protect widows and orphans; be good to everyone smaller than you. Visit the sick, and take care of them. Help the disabled: the blind, the deaf, the homebound, the Alzheimer's patient. Give space to the sojourner and the homeless; make work for the unemployed.
This is my justice, says God, that my children live together as a family, taking care of each other in my name. Choose mercy. Choose life. When you live in my justice, you are showered with blessings. Until then, Undercover Nun is praying for your immortal soul.