Monday, March 23, 2020

GOD IS WITH US

   French philosopher Albert Camus wrote a novel about a plague that was ravaging a city in North Africa.  A doctor, rather than flee the city to be with his family, stays and does his best to treat the victims.  He has little success.  As he keeps on trying, a priest is preaching throughout the city that the plague is the result of the people's sins.

   One day, the priest comes to the hospital.  The doctor sees him and calls him over to a bed where a little boy is dying from the plague.  He looks at the doctor and says, "Tell me that this boy is dying because of his sins."

    The priest then stops blaming the people and begins to help the victims of the plague.  

    Some of us Christians are saying that God is punishing us with the Corona virus because of  our sins.  No.  That is not true.  God is Love. Jesus came to us  and died to show God's infinite love for us.  Jesus sent us his Spirit who gives us the power to shows God's infinite love for everyone.

    God did not send us this plague.  It has come upon us because we don't live in eternity.  We don't live in heaven.  We live in a created, space/time world this is finite and limited, and that therefore at times is violent with earthquakes, floods, storms, floods, sickness and death.  Nature sent us this plague.

    So instead of asking why God is punishing us, we should be asking how we can show God's infinite love for us by doing all we can to help those who are afflicted, even as we protect ourselves as well as possible.

    We must insist that our governments:  local, state and federal, fulfill their God-given responsibility to do everything possible to provide the means for professionals to treat those who become ill and to find a cure for this pandemic.

    I'll end with a reference to another book.  Some years ago my wife and I went to our local bookstore to hear an author speak about a book he had just written.  As I remember, his name was Frank.  His young son had been killed in an auto accident.  He was so devastated that he lost his memory of what his son looked like and felt like. 

    His wife, a photographer, had just received a contract to photograph Trappist monks in their monastery.  Despite his objections, she convinced him to go with her.   One day he went up to the balcony of the chapel and listened to the monks chanting prayers.  He could think only of his emptiness.  How could these monks be praying to a God who allowed his son to be killed?  They were foolishly praying to no one, to nothing.  As he put it, they were pitching when no one was there catching.

    Then he felt a tap on his shoulder.  He looked up and saw a monk.  To his great surprise it was an old school friend.  The monk quietly said, "Your wife told me what happened. I'm very sorry."  

    Frank looked up at his old friend and asked, "How could God have permitted this?  Why is God punishing me like this?  How could He be so absent?"

     His friend answered, "God is not absent."

     "So where is he?"

     "Frank, He's right here, crying with you."

     Soon after that, Frank remembered what his son looked and felt like.  He could now grieve for his son, not in God's absence, or to or a God who was punishing him, but with God right there, crying with him.

      God is not punishing us with this plague.  God is here, crying with us.