Last year at Easter we were just getting used to lockdown – working from home, one hour’s exercise a day and the rest. It made for an interesting Good Friday reflection on self-isolation. It’s sobering to think that was “Life in the pandemic III” – this is XXII!. There was lot’s we didn’t know then, that we do know now. And yet big questions remain unanswered. Perhaps they are not the same big questions for everyone, although there is likely to be an overlap. We would all like to know things like where the virus came from, how it crossed into the human population, and whether the right things were done at the appropriate time to prevent its spread (although the answer to the last of these seems clear enough). In the meantime, we’ve done what we had to do. Lockdowns, shielding, masks and of course vaccines. We’ve been right to do all we can to protect ourselves, our families and our communities. But at least for me there is that deeper, somewhat nagging question as to what the pandemic “means”. One year on from arguing that such a question is legitimate, I confess that I still have no definitive answer.
Some would argue
that this is because such a question is misconceived. That was essentially N.T.
Wright’s take on the situation from an avowedly Christian (if probably provocative)
perspective. Others might argue that because there’s no one to address such a
question of meaning or purpose to, there’s no point posing it at all. If there
can be no answer, then there can be no question. And yet it still lurks. And it
has struck me throughout the pandemic that even among Christians there has been
relatively little discussion of the pandemic’s meaning. Perhaps no one wants to
be seen to exploiting a catastrophe and tragedy for polemical purposes. Certainly,
I accept that the tone of any such discussion is important. So much
suffering should not be met with flip or glib statements that gloss over
complexities. Even if legitimate answers can be given, it’s important they’re
not given in a hubristic, superior, “told you so” tone. My view, for what it’s
worth, remains that there is meaning to be found in these dark months. As
answers go, it may not be particularly comforting, and it will still leave lots
of subsidiary answers to be ferreted out. But answer, and meaning, there is.
Before
coming to what it is, it should be noted that Wright had a wider point to make
in his article that is worth pondering. For while he thought looking for the “big”
answer to the “big” question, looking for an explanation, was folly, there was
a distinctive Christian response to the pandemic. Particularly in the midst of
global disaster, surrounded by uncertainty and fear, there is a key response
and resource available to the believer. It is found in the concept and practice
of lament. Lament is in part an articulation of the confusion and pain we are
suffering individually and collectively. Even if at the moment we feel that
things are improving with the vaccine roll-out and easing of restrictions, many
continue to struggle with long-COVID, and grieving continues for the 120 000
plus who have lost their lives. So there’s lots to lament about. And lament may
have undertones of complaint and anger. But it’s more than that. All of
us cry, and all of us can complain. But for the Christian who relies on the
Living God who is sovereign and loving, there is something else that is the a
feature of lament – an active choosing to trust.
By some
accounts about a third of the Psalms in the Old Testament are laments. And there
is a whole OT book that is a lament, called (not surprisingly) Lamentations. It
is no accident that many of the Psalms of lament, almost regardless of where
they begin, end with an affirmation of hope in, or praise for, the God to whom
they are directed. It is also no accident that right in the middle of
Lamentations, in the middle of the third chapter of a five chapter book, the
writer tells us that he has hope, and why he has hope (Lam 3:22-27). What he says is neither glib nor vague. His hope is
grounded, precise and active. “The Lord is my portion…therefore I will hope in
Him” (Lam 3:24). It's not that his questions have been answered now. But he also tells us that even in the
midst of confusion, and questions, and pain “It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the
Lord” (Lam 3: 26).
Jesus was
no stranger to the laments. And of course, we remember that in the midst of the
darkness (figurative and literal) of the cross, he took on His lips those words
of lament from Psalm 22 “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”. There’s a question. It must have hung heavily in the air, apparently unanswered.
But Peter tells us that Jesus “..continued entrusting Himself to Him who judges
justly” (1 Pet 2:23). Trusting, even in the absence of an answer.
I take
Wright’s point. Part of our response to the pandemic is not to forget the
suffering of the last year, but to lament, to sing even in the darkness.
That said I think, as with the cross, so with the pandemic. There is meaning
and there is an answer to the big question. Both involve a curse. The pandemic
is a reminder that this is a cursed world, despite our best efforts to insulate
ourselves from said curse. Because it is cursed, although there are flashes of beauty,
grace, happiness and peace to be found, these tend to be fleeting. But it will
not always be so. There will be a reckoning and there needs to be rescue. And
that’s why we sing in the darkness of “Good” Friday. Jesus, by taking that
very curse on Himself, provides the basis for our rescue. And He laments, so that
one day we won’t have to. We will hear an echo, a hint, of the new song that one
day will replace all of our laments, when the darkness is displaced by the sunrise.
We sing in the darkness of Friday. But Sunday’s coming.
