Now that our great sacrificial sorting of elected office holders is behind us there remains a residue of uncertainty as to what will happen next.
Waiting for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to ride through town… with the pandemic continuing to afflict our country and the world for the past eight months we have all become weary of our masked and distanced social relations. We learn of friends who have become ill and of those who have died from the virus wondering if we are doing enough to protect ourselves and our loved ones. As we approach winter outdoor worship will be become not just inconvenient but impossible in some areas. While many whose jobs were suspended in the Spring have returned to work, millions have no jobs to return to as some businesses have permanently closed. The promise of a vaccine to mitigate the spread of COVID-19 is tantalizingly close, but the expectation of its real world distribution to all those in need of it is at least a year away. Again, we have only hope that God will sustain our lives and the lives of those we love. Yet that hope is what we are, as Christians, supposed to be relying on every moment of our lives. In more ‘normal’ times we often find other resources on which to rely, and so our spiritual lives atrophy as we warm ourselves by the world’s charcoal fires. Just so is the proclamation of the Gospel in word and deed diminished. God have mercy on us.