On Ash Wednesday I am supposed to say that dying is good news. Not like this. Death came like it does every year, but this year we could only stand behind double paned windows and wave at grandparents who were trying to remember our names. We crossed our fingers and did the math.
In Romans 5, Paul tells us that the antecedent to hope is suffering, patience (perseverance), and character.
While division is not new, this year feels different. Both parties paint pictures of a dystopian future if the “enemy” wins. Historians like Kristen Kobes Du Mez and Jemar Tisby remind us that while the volume has been turned up, the beats are still the same. Othering, fear mongering, and name calling are not new ingredients in a presidential election.
The future in every arena of life is murkier than ever. For the church, though, the coronavirus is providing clarity.
I found out this week that Jean Vanier was guilty of sexual assault over the span of several decades. If the soft-spoken Frenchman who dedicated his life to the disabled is disgraced, to whom can I aspire?
Every New Year’s I go through the same thing. I fail to come up with a good resolution. I scroll through everyone else’s resolutions and read articles about all of the goals I could be setting. I subconsciously add each person’s resolution to a list that lives in my head.