My phone beeped. A mad succession of pings followed. A group text. I was busy washing a pile of dishes from dinner but stopped to dry my hands and check the thread. So it began.
Tom Hanks has the coronavirus!
Really? Is nothing sacred?
The NBA has cancelled their season.
We've been watching this for weeks. It's really coming.
Our vacation to Europe is cancelled.
Time to bunker down and read some books.
Of course, the conversation was laced with GIFs, emojis, and exclamation points!!!! This was Thursday, March 12, 2020. Six months has passed since the day our world changed.
Since COVID-19 rocked American soil, our nation has suffered terribly. A great divide runs down political, racial, and scientific lines. Some call COVID a "scandemic," saying "the numbers don't add up" and prophesying the end of democracy as we know it. They're planning to burn masks. Others cite rising infection rates, death numbers, and unsafe work and educational environments as cause for spikes. They're pinning their hopes on a vaccine.
Add to clamor--hurricanes, wildfires, orange skies, riots, police brutality, politicized sports, unemployment, economic instability, church restrictions, virtual education, mental disease, upcoming election, and domestic abuse--and we have ourselves a glorious mess.
While COVID-19 has not affected everyone to the same degree, it has touched every life in some way. It is, after all, a global pandemic.
For the next eight weeks, I will provide personal reflections on COVID-19. Consider this my personal, pastoral journal of the last six months. I have always viewed journaling as a powerful spiritual discipline. It not only peers into the deep waters of my heart, but also shines light on God's activity in my life.
COVID-19 did not stop God's work in and through me, my family, and church. Pandemic is powerless in comparison to the Almighty God. He sneezes at pandemic. (Forgive the imagery.)
Next Week: "The Epic Quarantine of 2020"