Little did we know, a month and a half ago, that we were going to set out on a country-wide dramatic retelling of the Easter story. We’ve all had a little while to get into character now, and suddenly it’s our time to step onto the stage and play the part of the huddled and frightened followers, gathering in their locked home, anxious to leave, worried about what the future will hold.
I’ve been listening to a lot of talk about Coronavirus over the past week and it seems like folks are either unconcerned, and bothered by how seriously it’s being taken… “Really? In Marathon? I can’t believe it’s not that big of a deal!” Or folks are feeling overwhelmed by anxiety for elderly relatives, neighbours with infants, and friends travelling abroad for March Break. The anxiety that surrounds disasters like pandemics can cause us to ask: Where is God in all of this? Where is God in the midst of COVID-19?