Author: Stephen McAlpine
It’s coming up to Easter.
Bet you didn’t think Lent 2020 was going to take that much away from you did you? I was hoping people would be giving up oats, baked beans, minced meat and pasta.
A few weeks ago we were toying around on social media talking about all of the cute little things we were going to give up, and then the whole motherlode was taken away from us in one fell swoop.
Use up those last eggs and flour to make pancakes on Shrove Tuesday, they said. Don’t worry, they said. There’ll be plenty more where that came from when we want it, they said.
Now? Now I feel about pictures of empty shelves like I feel like Christmas cake about three days after December 25. If I never see them again, I’ll be happy.
And churches everywhere are scrambling to go livestream.
“Is this thing on?”
“Get my good side!”
“You don’t have a good side, trust me.”
Or, in more Reformed circles, “No one has a good side but God.”
There’s a good church here in Perth called Lifestreams. It was well ahead of the curve. Lifestreams goes livestream. Or, in a huge irony, decides not to.
I have a son who struggles with anxiety. Not just now. But has done for any number of years. When we read Scripture and pray in the evening I keep coming back to the Gospel accounts of Jesus telling people not to worry and that their heavenly Father knows what they need.
We’ve had plenty of rehearsal time on this one. Now, in this viral time, I’ve told him it’s time to put what we’ve trained for into practice. He’s starting to do it. Muscle memory is there. This thing works.
This thing does work. This Christian thing, I mean. And it’s because the tomb is far emptier than the shelves will ever be.