Easter is coming, and we’re greeting its arrival a little differently this year. There will be no procession of worshippers with palm branches held aloft, no gathering to meditate on the stations of the cross, no potluck dinner to capture the magic of Jesus’ final supper with his friends, and no loud and joyful Easter service in our church buildings. The whole town, even with the strong rays of the sun beating down on our decks, feels a little tomb-like.
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?