In the Shadowed Passover of Fear

When facts become fear, pandemonium escalates; likewise does the proliferation of its collateral damage and the propensity of the word-play of contradictions: “…we’re all in this together…social distancing…” “…shelter-in-place…we’re all in this together…” “…no problem…or a very small one…PPE…” “…not on the rise…just an increase…” In the midst of our modern-day pandemic crisis, we must take the phrase, “…light at the end of the tunnel”, as if it might be a “T-Surface Missile” coming at you and there is no track-switch anywhere to be found. We now know that facts may be uplifting or discouraging; but they are facts and the fear is that they escalate as do the rate and the rise of deaths associated with such facts. And this is a fact, albeit it may be a bit too poly-analytical with respect to our present crisis and new political dragnet. So now, we find ourselves woven into nature’s reality and God’s presence, discovering that although beauty and love may be shielded and shadowed in the shade of fear, they remain triumphantly present—forever burning bushes— reminding us that we should not “…fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the plague that prowls in darkness, nor the scourge that lays waste at noon…”; for we are ever protected by Him who remains our “…buckler and shield.” Reflecting on our Savior’s love and beauty, let us be forever mindful that “…we have come over a way that with tears have been water…” and are covered with the mud of courage, faith and undying hope; thus, let us continue to live within our courage, faith and eternal hope, surrounded by the security our God’s eternal love, beauty and grace. Lets us not permit fear to cause our buoyancy of hope to become a sink-hole of despaired hopelessness and fading faithfulness; rather let us mount the sure- footed elephants of God’s beauty and love and trek beyond the children of Sisyphus…to the mountain top of God’s grace. Let us forever be mindful that in this world, there is no pandemic ugliness that can’t be resurrected into the saving grace of God’s love and beauty. Let us forever be mindful that the borders that hold us back one from another, are borders of ugliness and deceit, which can courageously be transformed—resurrected into sacred dykes holding back the debasing flood of fear—damning pandemic evil. Thus, with courage, hope and prayer, this plague too, shall “Passover”.