
“This is just so dumb,” she said. “People are dying all around the world and God does nothing to stop it.” “Why?”
How many times have we all asked that question, particularly in the past couple of months? We are frequently reminded of death as people we know and love pass away over time, but nothing has highlighted our condition like the great pandemic we are currently enduring. It slaps us in the face whether we turn on our television, look at Facebook, or peruse various websites on the internet. Death is not lurking in the shadows. It is in our face, boldly brandishing it’s sword, constantly reminding us of our mortal condition.
This ugly reminder each of us one day will experience flies in the face of the intent of our Creator. It simply wasn’t supposed to be experienced much less understood. Yet through the desire to be like the one who made us, the desire for something we could never become, we became ripped apart from our loving parent and partnered with one who plunged the world into chaos. Death became our future. It frightens us and it should. This could have been the end of it all, but it wasn’t.
In the midst of this ugliness and darkness there has always been a light. It can never be extinguished. Light always overcomes darkness. This beautiful, perfect light chose to enter into our darkness and bring us something that can battle the darkness and defeat that frightening specter we call death. That something is hope.
“If this death and darkness was caused by someone else, why do we have to experience the fallout,” he asked? “Because each and every one of us participate in the same disobedience as the first two,” I said.
That’s the ugly truth of our condition. We can’t help it. It exist in us like a virus, passed on from generation to generation, making each of us a partner with darkness and death. We don’t want to admit it. We see this “virus” in others but have trouble finding it in ourselves. That’s what it does. It blinds us to our own sickness, but make no mistake its there in all of us. Yet for this virus there is a cure. It is called the light. The light enters us and engulfs our being with an energy that drives out all death and darkness.
The light entered our world and became one of us. The light suffered as we suffer, cried as we cry, and died as we all will experience death in our lifetime. We thought the light had died out, but it didn’t. The light came back, burning with all the brilliance and glory as He has always existed.

“He,” you ask? “Yes, he.” He is Jesus.
In these dark times we celebrate His life, His death, His resurrection this Holy week. Our brokenness, our “virus,” guarantees that one day we will all experience physical death. Jesus guarantees us that we have the cure to our spiritual death, and one day we will be resurrected just as He was. That is our hope in our future. We can partner with Him who defeats what we fear. Ask for the cure. It will be given.
Shalom
















