The Christian faith does not shy away from grief.
It knows it. It’s experienced it. And it’s not afraid to sit in it.
This is something that is so very different from our world. It likes to present the picture-perfect models, the happy-life commercials, and the plots that are easily resolved in about 90 minutes. No one ever stays dead, any injuries are easily fixed by special robotic technology, and if we just eat the right foods, do the right exercises, or wear the right clothes, we can fix anything. Our lives are shiny, polished, and we never really need to hurt or be sad.
Or at least, that’s what we thought.
COVID-19 tore down our walls. It demolished the borders we built. It batted aside the things we made to keep the bad things out there, while we were all safe and happy and cheery in here. Now we’re staring out at the bleak land stretching beyond our too-brightly-colored town.
What do we do with this? Our movies tell us to just smile, and everything will be better. Our timelines and feeds and streams are filled with rainbows and hope. And these things can be good and encouraging. But some days, these things taste like too-sweet dessert, sticking in our mouth and leaving a bad taste behind.
And sometimes, our Christian faith can feel too-sticky-sweet too. We smile and say that God has it all under control and it will all be ok. And this is true. This is ultimately what will happen. But there will be grief right now too.
And that’s where the real power of the Gospel comes in. Continue reading