THIS IS WHAT A BLOG ARTICLE LOOKS LIKE when the writer doesn’t know where he’s going, beyond saying that he is afraid.
I have four grandchildren ages four and under. My two grandsons have a mom, my daughter, who works in a children’s hospital clinic. Their dad is an eye doc. Both the mom and dad see patients week in and week out.
They are trying not to expose the kids, or the grandparents, Moi and Mrs. Moi. But viruses are tiny bugs that can hitch a ride on a hair.
My wife is a nurse. She started a day shift gig this morning.
I told her she has two jobs. Help her patients, for one. Keep her family alive, for the other.
“Wear a mask,” I said.
“Oh, I will,” she says.
I think she knows our lives might depend on it. We’re both in the age range you might call “Least likely to get debugged.”
For the record, I just deleted the next half of the article. Who wants to hear about Bible plagues and Fox News, two terms well-spoken in one breath.
See what I mean? It’s that easy to step off the trail and into the weeds.
But the trail ahead looks worse than dark. Worse than blinding fog. It looks like nothing. Like we’re walking into nothing to face an invisible slayer.
And they tell us to wash our hands and wear a mask.
Then they tell us to die alone. Or on Facetime with a loved one if we time it right.
What a tragically unique moment in the history of the human race.
The American Front is the hospital and the grocery store. Special Opps are grocery store baggers, nurses, and physicians.
Ministers seek to encourage over video. How’s that working for you?
Politicians keep talking, but we turn the channel to find a scientist or a doctor with something honest and helpful to say.
Families keep their distance and share a meal over Zoom, which is both heart wrenching and heartwarming.
Anyone seen God?
But where is God?
I think it would be easy to paint him as the angel of death. The story is unfolding in biblical proportion. But we probably shouldn’t place him in the wet markets of China, selling bats to hungry little boys. No. That’s on us. We do that to each other.
I can see Jesus. He’s there on the Galilean hillside saying, “Don’t worry about tomorrow. At least wait until you get there. Every new day has all the trouble we need” (Matthew 6:34 Casual English Bible).
Well, having written this yesterday, I can testify that Jesus got that one right.
So I look to the Bible for a word of encouragement. Why do I stop here?
I was a wise teacher with much understanding, and I collected a number of proverbs that I had carefully studied. Then I tried to explain these things in the best and most accurate way….My child, I warn you to stay away from any teachings except these.
There is no end to books,
and too much study
will wear you out” (Ecclesiastes 12:9-10 , 2 CEV).
Sometimes there’s no place to go but where you are.
Sometimes all you have to hang onto is what a dear friend of mine who has a serious dose of leukemia keeps reminding himself: “God loves me.”
Sing it if you can. “Jesus loves me, this I know. For the Bible tells me so.”
In the crush of it all, that’s where we go because that’s who we are.