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Flat Earth chapter 1

 

Part 1

Now and Then

As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his foolishness.

Proverbs 26:11

 

 

I love to tell stories.  I love to tell stories about my life and the lives of interesting people who are interesting and do interesting things.   I tell stories that make people laugh, cry, or want to think deeper about life and love.  I like it when my stories make them feel differently about who they are.  I won’t bore you right now with who I am.  After all, that’s not the more interesting story. 

 

 

September 2, 2010

Now

 

Grace Dumais worked six days a week and felt depressed every single one of them, plus one. Her life was in shambles, and a wide gap was developing between her and her husband of five years. Declan Dumais tried to take control of all the problems at home by building schedules and giving short “motivating speeches,” but those speeches and his faulty perspective were tiny Band-Aids on large bullet wounds.

Declan’s confidence stood taller than his actual height. Wiry and short with a tiny nose, ears, and a tight Marine haircut, he looked like an athlete. His job as a PE teacher did nothing to dispel that myth.

These days, Grace never quite did her hair or looked like she wanted to impress anyone, but in college she twisted the heads of men faster than a praying mantis. Her hair was dark brown and bouncy, but her attitude had lost its former pep. She seemed taller than her husband of the same height. 

Each day felt like a blur. Declan went to work teaching at the elementary school and Grace watched the boys. After work, Declan came home and spent time with the kids so Grace could get a bit of sleep. Then she woke up around 10:00 pm and drove to work at a nearby gas station for 11:00. The station was in a rough part of town near Great Brook Valley, a collection of housing projects in Worcester not far from their house in Shrewsbury. 

Declan slept and she worked till 5:00 am. At five, she drove home to start cooking Declan’s breakfast. He’d laid out the ingredients the night before to ensure she made the things he wanted to eat. After all, he was a Phys. Ed. teacher, and needed the appropriate body fuel.

Two days a week, Declan went to the library to study after work. Simply being in his home office wasn’t enough. He told Grace she could hire a sitter if she wanted, but mentioned funds were tight so she had to be careful spending too much. On those Tuesdays and Thursdays, if she didn’t hire a sitter, she watched the kids, went to work and slept very little.

When my wife, Marie, heard about this new schedule, she had Grace bring the boys to our house. Grace cried for an hour when Marie presented the offer. My wife asked me to mention this to Declan in hopes his pride would get in the way of requiring us to watch the kids with that regularity, but when I did, he thanked me and said it was for a good cause.

Declan chose Tuesdays and Thursdays to study because of the Flat Earth Group. His friend Adam Starr held private “Flat Earth” meetings at the Shrewsbury Library those days, and Declan wanted to hear what others had to say. More importantly, he wanted to share with others what he was learning during his private study times after.

Seven people attended the group every week, and Declan enjoyed the discussions. Adam was the leader, with his bright white hair and his resemblance to the professor from Gilligan’s Island. Every time he spoke with his British accent it seemed like the wisest, most eloquent thing anyone said that day. Declan wrote everything down. 

Lou, or “Sweet Lou” as everyone affectionately called him, was the self-professed “Lieutenant” who took the lead each time Adam could not make the meeting. Everyone liked Sweet Lou, but didn’t respect him the way they did Adam. Lou was bald with two patches of hair on either side of his head, light strings crossing over the “bald head sea” from one side to the other. He had a pot belly and rosy cheeks and early on Declan hoped he played a Santa character during the holidays (the handlebar mustache needed to be replaced by a beard, though, for the sake of appearances).

One of two women in the group was a gruff, heavyset woman named Jenny Cruze, a “wicked cool name” Declan thought to himself the first time he was introduced to her, though the coolness, in his opinion, ended there. She spoke in a deep southern drawl that made Declan wonder what made her move north. Each time she spoke his name, he laughed to himself.

“Is that what you think Dee-Eclan?”

“Dee-Eclan, please come over here and help me with this.”

Then there were the twin brothers who looked like they still lived with their mom. They either loved the polyester pants they received from their grandfather or they bought them at the Goodwill store for that cool throwback style. When it came to Mike and Gary Barnsworth’s clothing, neither was true. They looked malnourished, hardly said a word, and Declan later learned they did still live with their mother.

The sixth member seemed a little out of place among the misfits. Amber Starr intensely studied and talked about every aspect of Flat Earth theory. Whereas mostly “scientific types” attended these kinds of meetings including her father Adam, Amber, five foot three and in Declan’s mind a twin of Shania Twain, participated as much as anyone else. At twenty-five, the group designated her the “baby.” When she spoke, however, every eye fixated on her.

Declan’s attitude toward her was no different. He found himself smitten by her confidence. When the group dismissed for the evening, he longed for her to stick around and talk to him about the theory, or whatever else was on her mind. He couldn’t tell whether she had an interest in him. She knew he was married, but Declan had been hit on enough times by the moms at his school to know that didn’t always matter.

After a few months, smitten by infatuation, Declan wanted to make a move on Amber, yet understood the consequences if he stepped into such a thing. He believed in God, and even claimed to love him, but Grace was going crazy and in the last year his connection with Amber felt so strong. He convinced himself that God wanted them together. If it was not reciprocated, it would end up making things awkward at the group, and ruin some good friendships. To say nothing of what would happen if Grace found out.

So, he continued wanting her, but doing nothing about those desires. That left him unfulfilled and longing, but in the end kept him safe from making a stupid decision. This routine worked everywhere except the shower.

I guess it’s wrong to say he did nothing because Declan threw himself into his Flat Earth “studies.”  He went to the library every Tuesday after work, met with the group at seven, then studied on his own until closing at ten. 

Declan liked to stick with what he could control, and tonight’s meeting topic was figuring out why the United Nations had a vested interest in keeping people from knowing the truth about the shape of the Earth. In 1959, seven nations placed flags down in Antarctica, as well as resources to make fight over the land a real possibility. America and the Soviet Union, the two superpowers at the time, agreed on a peace treaty called the Antarctica Treaty on June 23, 1961. 

Declan wondered why the two worked together for such a treaty since the Cold War had raged on in the late Fifties. The two countries suddenly became friends on this topic and spearheaded the push to fight for the treaty to be enacted and enforced. 

The three major tenants of the treaty were:  The countries would ensure that the legal status of the continent’s independence remained unchanged; that scientific cooperation continued; and that all exploration done in Antarctica was for peaceful purposes only.

People traveled to Antarctica all the time. Cruises and tours to breathe the fresh Antarctic air, provided they had $10,000 to drop for the vacation. People regularly mocked Flat Earthers for arguing that the UN kept people from visiting the seventh continent. This was a silly debate and many in his group often wondered who spread these types of idiotic points when it came to arguing for truth

Though Adam started a few groups in the local Massachusetts area, and loved to spread the “plain truth” about how the world really worked, he believed the official “Flat Earth Society” was a government-planted organization that spouted off “idiot science” to make true Flat Earthers look crazy. When Declan studied, he made sure to look at credible and scientific sources only.

For instance, though people could go to Antarctica on guided tours, those tours only traveled to sixty degrees latitude, essentially the coastal areas of the continent. To go beyond that required being part of a scientific community. Even then, it would be easier to be chosen as a Chick-Fil-A owner/operator than be approved for a research project on Antarctica.

It was possible, however. One must fill out State Form DS 4131, and that form must be approved. The EPA must then verify the visit complies with the Title 40 Code of Federal Regulations, or CFR. Finally the NEPA must prepare an Environment Impact Statement. That statement, Declan found out, would cost him – or anyone who wanted to research the tundra –  $250,000 to $2,000,000. Not to mention, no one except government scientists had ever been issued a research approval beyond 90 degrees latitude. So no, Antarctica was not exactly an open country for anyone wanting to investigate. 

Should one try to navigate their way into the interior, they would be arrested. UN troops ensure it security, and US Marshals have jurisdiction to arrest anyone caught on the continent without government approval.

Declan looked at his watch. He had to be home by at least 10:35 so Grace could get to work, and the library was closing soon anyway. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his rubbed his face. On nights he wasn’t at the library he usually stayed in his home office or played with the boys. Communication had frozen between him and Grace as she continued to struggle. He knew the remedy, but she never listened.

***

Grace’s eyes wanted to shut. They were, in fact, shutting as she drove the boys to the mall one afternoon while Declan worked, or studied, or whatever he was doing during whatever time it was right now. She didn’t want to go to the mall, but the kids had been rambunctious and staying at the house felt like more of a problem than a benefit. Why couldn’t he just come home? She thought to herself. Why couldn’t things be like they were before? When he wanted her and she craved his body touching hers? Now she hated when he touched her. Every few days or so he came home and tried to control her like some whore. He did his thing, and then went into that damn office to study.

Now she felt tired and lonely. The mall wasn’t where she needed to be right now, but it was where she was going. A few weeks before, she’d ordered new credit cards. Grace figured she could use them to get some new clothes and start feeling more confident about herself. Walking into a room where every guy shifted their eyes from their girlfriend to her no longer happened. It wasn’t that she’d gained much weight over the years. In fact, in some ways she was smaller than her college days, but the soul had ways of exposing a lack of confidence as much as the body did.

She parked in the same lot she’d parked the last time she visited the Solomon Pond Mall, four years ago, but this time much closer to the door. When she decided to come here earlier, in the chaos of the kids around her, she’d forgot about her last visit and the balding, bearded man smoking outside of the entrance. As she walked in with the boys she could see him again in her mind’s eye, and hated him. She hated his stench. She wondered if he’d tried it with anyone else.

For a moment she considered turning around and going to a different mall, but it had been a while and this was the most convenient. Grace breathed a sigh of relief when she stared through the TGI Fridays window and did not see her old “friend” – she couldn’t remember his name – but silently thanked him for paying attention enough that day to save her from what could have potentially been disastrous. 

In the middle of the mall, she stopped her two sons, and called for Luke to come over to her. Now four years old, she held him tight and thanked him for being alive and for being her son. Luke didn’t know what he did to deserve the affection, but gladly accepted it from the favorite woman in his life. She stood up and kissed his younger brother on the forehead. Brandon sat in his stroller, approving the action.

They visited several stores that afternoon trying on what she thought of as a lot of clothes. She only brought home half of them, and she wouldn’t tell Declan they were new, or how she paid for everything. The total bill rang to about five hundred dollars, a small amount compared to what she’d tried on. Grace commended herself for the self-control.

Most of the clothes had long sleeves. The more down she got on herself, the more she continued scratching and cutting her arms. She didn’t know why she did it. She only knew that she couldn’t feel anything otherwise. Nothing mattered anymore. Her husband didn’t care about her. Grace’s mother spent all her time with her new church friends, and Grace chose to not share any of what was happening in her life with her own church circle. Besides, Declan wasn’t going to allow the imperfections of his family life to be visible. 

She and the boys arrived home around eight o’clock. Three hours until Declan returned. She sent Luke and Brandon off to the toy room to play for a few minutes. Recently Grace had told Doctor Subrakash she felt low, that she might be depressed. After running through a list of questions that doctors like to ask, the woman prescribed Prozac. Grace stood in front of the mirror sobbing, wondering where her life was headed and hoping the boys didn’t hurt themselves while she napped before she had to work that evening.

***

Around the same time, Declan’s Flat Earth Group dismissed for the day after a lively discussion on how the sun and moon rotated around Earth’s tabletop frame. There was  disagreement around the track of the celestial titans, but in the end, everyone agreed the Earth was not currently moving through the solar system at 67,000 miles per hour, as scientists suggested.

Afterwards, Declan headed for his favorite study room in the back of the library. Recently he and Amber, after talking a bit more about Flat Earth theories, moved onto more personal topics. He didn’t know if they’d be talking tonight, but when he saw her leave, he knew the disappointment he felt was problematic. He pushed away that feeling and got into study mode, but struggled getting her out of his mind. 

The feeling of disappointment vanished instantly the moment he saw Amber knock sheepishly on the window of library’s back door.

“Come in, come in,” Declan said, then repeated the words a few more times under his breath. Old habits die hard, and not constantly taking control of every situation proved to be too difficult for him.

Amber opened the door then flinched, as if expecting an alarm to go off. When it didn’t she walked in as if it were her home, that confidence returned. Declan felt breathless as she smiled. For months his mind played through the “what ifs” of their relationship, and now he so badly wanted to find out how she felt about him he worried what he might say.

“I know you’re studying, but I had a question. Do you have a minute?” 

“Of course. All the time in the world.” He chiding himself for his answer. He needed to stay in control.

“We’ve been talking so much the last few months, and you’re such a great guy. I’ve enjoyed our conversations. I know you’re a church guy, though, and wanted to pick your brain about some things I’ve been going through on a deeper level. Maybe from a different perspective than I usually get from some of my other friends?”

Ok, she brought up the church thing. I have to tread carefully here, Declan thought, then answered, “Yeah, sure. I don’t have all the wisdom in the world, but I know a few things and what I don’t know, I’ll try to find out.”

“Ok, good, good.” She sat down at the table, not across from him but beside him. Their knees almost touched. “I graduated a few years ago from Worcester State, and have been working and pouring a lot of my time into this group, and you know, our theories? My friends, the few I’ve kept since school, they want to go out every night so I did that, too. A lot at first, it was fun. I met people and I dated a few guys.” Declan couldn’t help but hear the slight hesitancy in her voice. 

“I guess I thought life would turn out different after I graduated. I don’t know how, but it seems like life should be more than this.” She looked up at the ceiling and made some non-committal gesture with one hand. “I hope you’re not offended, but the highlight of my week has been at the Flat Earth Group and, well, my conversations with you. They seem more real and authentic, you know?”

“I know what you mean,” he said, mentally struggling to maintain his breathing, maintain an air of cool. “But my life isn’t perfect, either. I’ve got struggles. I guess, in the end, it’s how you deal with them. I choose to give them over to God and see where that takes me.”  Declan knew in his heart he was a hypocrite. Here he was talking all spiritual to this woman while at the same time wondering what it would be like…. He blinked involuntarily, mentally erasing that image.

“That’s what I mean, Declan…” She paused and touched his arm. He liked how she said his name. “You’re always so in control. Most men wouldn’t ‘give all their stuff’ to God. But you have, and you’re even proud about it. Your wife must be so proud of you.”  

She looked down when she said this. He couldn’t tell if she’d made the statement to hear his response or if she genuinely meant it.

He made no move to pull his arm away. “My wife and I are going through some stuff right now, so I don’t know if I’d say she was proud of me.” He glanced down, trying to give an appearance of shame. “Since we’ve had the boys, Grace hasn’t been the same, and nothing I do seems to make her happy.”

“I’m sorry, Declan. I had no idea,” Amber said, though her statement was obvious. He’d never said anything, preferring to keep his two worlds separate. There was no way she could have known, other than any implications from his constant flirtation.

“No, no of course you couldn’t have known,” he said. “But just you being here and talking with me has been huge in this season of my life. I don’t know how to say this but my conversations with you have been the highlight of these last few months. So… thank you.”

Amber blushed. She turned to face him directly, sliding her chair a fraction closer. She played with her black hair, not quite knowing what to say, but trying to come up with words.

“Sometimes, I feel so lonely…” She paused to think about her next sentence, then put her hand on the table next to his. Their fingers touched gently without ever crossing. She continued slowly. “…and you. Have helped. Me, I mean. Get through some of that deep, deep loneliness. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I love talking to you, and being with you.” Declan’s voice had more confidence now.

“Wait. I’m not done. I love talking and being with you, too. Which is why we can’t talk anymore.”  Her eyes glazed over. “It is definitely for the best. and it’ll be better for your marriage if we stay away from each other.”

Amber stood up and walked out the door, crying from the decision. Declan felt tears down his cheeks, too, though he didn’t know if it was because “they” were done before they even started, or simply seeing her heart break like this. He sat a long time in the study room, staring at the surface of the table until ten, then packed his backpack and drove home so Grace could get to work. That night, sleep evaded him.

 

Thanks for reading!  You can Flat Earth on Kindle, Apple Books, Smashwords, or Kobo.  Soon the print version and audio book will be available.

Kingdom Work during the Pandemic

This is a difficult time.  Difficult times do not mean that Kingdom Work is on hold.  In fact, The act of being a disciple is all the more important right now as this is the kind of world the Christian is called to act in ways that are specifically Christ like.  We are not destined to be self-serving, and as such, we must think in ways that are kingdom-minded, and not solely on how to help our own plights.  So after a few weeks of “staying in”, here are some ways you can begin to act with the mind of Christ.

Forgive a debt

Honestly, is there a better way to come out of the gates and bring your discipleship to new heights.  Perhaps you have a family member, friend, or co worker who asked to borrow money at one point.  Maybe you’ve ben hanging that over their head, either overtly or subliminally, and the time for you to stop that is now.  Call them up, tell them you love them, and tell them they no longer owe you that money (or whatever the debt might be.  Forgiving debt is found all throughout scripture, including the item we refer to as the gospel, so start there.  Build a relationship up by forgiving someone a debt they owe you.

Spend Quality time with your family

A lot of time is going to spent with screens in the next few months.  That is a fact, and outside of completely shutting them down, there’s not much you can do about that.  However, making sure to spend an appropriate time of quality family time is so important right now.  In fact, if you have multiple family members, I don’t just mean spending time with your whole family together.  I mean ensuring that you spend time talking and getting to know better every individual in your household.

Volunteer Feeding Lunches

You may or may not know this, but kids in schools count on the breakfasts and lunches they receive to get them through the day, as many time they don’t have a lot to eat at home.  Now that there is no school, the question is, “Do they have enough to eat at home?”  There might be non profit organizations in your area helping to feed those kids.  I’m not saying we all should go help, as that would be dangerous, but someone needs to do it.  Maybe it’s you?

Send a text or make a phone call

During this time, people are going to get lonely.  People who you know, and who might be struggling to survive economically and emotionally.  Sit down and write a list of people who you haven’t heard from in a while, and reach out to them with a text or a phone call.  Let them know you’re praying for them and ask if there is anything you can do for them.  Tell them you love them, and you believe in them.

Clean up Nature

My family and I have taken a few walks in the nature zone in the last few weeks.  One thing I’ve noticed is that some of those trails/parks tend to be more littered than others.  Maybe the next time you take a walk (and trust me, good weather is coming, depending on where you live.  Perhaps it’s already here), take a trash bag with you and have your family pick up the trash you notice on your walk.  Teach your family the importance of taking care of the earth and making sure they know that man was placed as God’s caretakers to create and cultivate in this physical space.

Making masks and donating surgical gloves to hospitals

I don’t know how all of this works, but there are people right now on their sewing machines making masks because it appears hospitals are having a hard time keeping up with the current demand.  You might wonder whether or not hospitals will accept masks like this, but apparently, over time, and if things get worse, they will begin accepting whatever they have.  You can do the research online and figure out how to make them.  Now it’s just a matter of making them.  Or delivering them.  or whatever might be in your wheelhouse.

Host a Bible Study/Small group on a video conferencing site

It’s as easy as ever.  You just need to do a little bit of research in technology and with a few clicks of a button and invitations to those around you, you can gather together to study scripture, pray, talk about life in quarantine, or encourage one another towards love and good deeds.

Pray

I don’t mean this is an “I’ll pray for you, and then forget about it” kind of way.  I mean this like you carve a literal space out of your day and talk to God.  If you don’t believe God can take care of you or those around you, then Christianity is probably not for you.  However, as. disciple focused on kingdom work, make the most of this time by getting alone with God, praying with your family, and maybe even a Facetimeing prayer session with a fellow disciple.

But that’s just me.  What types of kingdom work have you made happen in your endeavors?

 

3 reasons the Tampa megapastor should have been arrested

Pastor Rodney Howard-Browne is a name we’ll hear a lot of over the next few days.  His revivalist megachurch in Tampa, Florida chose to have church on Sunday and apparently it was packed.  He claimed it was the safest place around and they would never close because “We are revivalists and not pansies.”  The crowd cheered.  I couldn’t believe it when I saw pictures of their church opened, and then was shocked again when a group text of mine (mostly pastors) posted an article sharing that Howard-Browne had been arrested.  My friends and I talked for a bit about whether he should have been, with good arguments on both sides.  However, I thought I’d share three reasons why I believe he should have arrested A misdemeanor for unlawful assembly and violation of public health emergency order.

First of all, their claims of 6 feet distance appear patently false.

“Not only did the church comply with the administrative order regarding six-foot distancing, it went above and beyond any other business to ensure the health and safety of the people,” insisted Liberty Counsel founder and chairman Mat Staver.  But if you look at pictures and video in the room at the time, that it not a true statement.  People were sitting very close to one another and actually they had a greeting time during the service.  I couldn’t believe it when I saw it.  I’m not sure if they have seen the stats on how fast this thing spreads, but it is see no value in science.  That in and of itself wins a “stupid” award and is not a reason to be arrested, but putting hundreds of thousands of people in danger is.

”Emergency orders are constitutional and valid”

State Attorney General Andrew Warren rightly made this statement in a press conference.  The church is not being persecuted.  In fact (and this is a bit of a high horse I might get on), the church is many times completely obsessed with saying they are constantly persecuted.  I have news for Pastor Howard-Browne:  Everything is locked down.  This is not a church thing.  This is an everything thing.  There is no basketball.  There is no poker games.  There is no play groups or book clubs.  The president (no doubt one Pastor Howard-Browne loves, though that is an assumption) has warned about this virus.  The CDC has warned about this virus.  NYC is basically a war zone at this point.  No one is going after this guy or his church.  However, if he continues to meet right now, they should.

They didn’t take care of the least of these

This is not a reason a reason to be arrested, but it is a reason why no churches should support this guy.  Here’s the deal, if he were feeding the poor and then he got arrested, I think that would be one thing.  Someone needs to take care of the down and the hurting.  Someone has to be a doctor to those who have no food or children whose parents are neglecting them, but this guy is defying the government and bringing a group of hundreds of people together because he wants to meet.  That is all.  It might not be as bad as they say.  No one in the room might be sick, but there’s no way he knows that.  He put people at risk – and not just young, healthy people – all kinds of people at risk, so that he could stand there in his 3 piece suit and call everyone who obeyed the governments orders “pansies”.

This is not a religious freedom situation.  This is a church that callously neglected the health of those around them, and possibly exponentially grew the Covid-19 virus in the Tampa area and in Florida.  He doesn’t need your support, Christian.  He needs you to call him out.

But that’s just my take.  What’s yours?

That was Training…

Those morning spent going to church…

Those hours listening to sermons on discipleship, Biblical understanding, or self help…

Those singalongs standing and singing with a hymnal in your hand…

Those handshakes and hugs you extended as they entering the building…

Those children you cared for and taught about how the shepherd boy slayed the giant…

Those evenings you spent eating and talking about Scripture in someone’s home…

Those feelings you felt as the band rocked out and your hands were raised…

Those times of prayer you prayed calling out to God for your prayer list…

Those games you played with the other teens in your youth group…

Those potlucks you attended that produced sweet times of fellowship…

Those miles you walked knocking on doors, asking people if they were certain they were going to heaven…

Those decisions you made after having the time of your life at camp…

Those trials you walked through…

Those tithes you gave even when things weren’t great financially…

Those guitar chords you strummed on your way to learning how to play for Jesus…

Those weeks you traveled and fed and played with hungry kids…

Those breathless minutes waiting to go on stage before the big Church production…

Those chapels you didn’t want to be at, but over time learned so much more than normal…

Those pages flipped in The Picture Bible, CCM Magazine, and Relevant Magazine…

Those dollars you spent as soon as the newest DC Talk album found its way to the Christian bookstore…

Those victories you celebrated over the years with your church family…

Those Sunday school lessons you studied for, then taught…

Those attempts at understanding what the talking and singing vegetables were all about…

Those tears you shed when someone decided your community wasn’t for them…

Those wires you untangled and power point slides you created trying to produce the best worship times…

Those Bible verses you memorized…

Those funds you raised trying to get to that missions trip…

Those first steps inside of your new church…

Those last steps inside what would become your old church…

 

That was training, This is the race.

 

This is no time for the Christian to cower in fear.  I’m not saying be foolish and not worry about how sickness might affect others.  I’m saying be sensitive to what the Holy Spirit wants from you as you navigate the troubled waters of this pandemic.  Be strong and courageous,  God has something for you to do in the midst of all this.  If you can’t live out your faith now, then maybe it’s not worth living it out.

All that above was training.  This is the race.

What would you add to my list?

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Early Release!

Good news!  My new novel, Flat Earth, will be released 3 weeks early on April 3rd!  For now it will only be released digitally, but soon it will be on hardcover as well.  Thanks so much for your support!  I hope this book is both encouraging and entertaining to those who enjoy reading.  You can find the first chapter here.

How does God want us to respond to the Coronavirus?

How does God want Christians to respond to the Coronavirus?

The world is panicking.  The last three days have been nothing short of fascinating to watch on social media and any other type of media.  Entire countries have closed down.  Yesterday some of the most well know collegiate institutions in America cancelled the rest of their spring semesters.  And even now, my phone vibrates with announcements of every sporting event in the next month closing or postponing.until a later date.

Yesterday I sat with a group of pastors in my area and someone asked this aforementioned question.  How does God want believers to respond?

The good news for a believer is that things don’t change because our external circumstances are good or difficult, peaceful or harsh.  We are called to be the people we are called to be regardless of whether we are playing the game Pandemic or are in a real life pandemic.

So here are some responses for you in the midst of this world wild wide crisis we find ourselves in:

I need to take care of others.

Even if you don’t take the Bible literally, you can’t go very far in Scripture to understand this as a calling of the believer.  Panics like this motivate people to look out for themselves, and yes, even the believer tends to move back into the calm protection of a “survival of the fittest” mentality.  Unfortunately, this type of thinking does little for progressing through a difficult situation.  Instead, we are to ‘esteem others better than ourselves’ and ‘bear one another’s burdens.’  This is a great opportunity to take care of others who come across our paths and need our help.

Of course, taking care of others might also mean stepping away and allowing them space to heal and focus on their own personal health.  While I need to take care of others, I don’t need to do so in a pushy or demanding way.  Taking care of others is not simply to make ourselves feel better, but to literally put others ahead of our own well being.

I need to encourage others and build them up.

At least one friend of mine speculates that the internet may come crashing down for portions of time during this period.  I don’t tell you that to scare you, but I mean during this time, people will need significant amounts of encouragement.  We have a hard enough time encouraging people and building them up using the internet.  But now we might need to actually do that while talking to them…in the midst of a pandemic.  Make a point to start having conversations with people, and discipline yourself to stay away from complaining about the weather, but telling them how important they are to you.  Tell them how God has used them in your life.  Tell them all the good qualities God has created them to have based on your relationship with them.  James says,” Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.”  What an awesome opportunity of joy we have during this time!

God is my protection.

I remember watching “the Walking Dead” years ago and asking the question, “if something like this actually happened, where would God be in all that?”  Sure enough, the show actually touched on that topic over the years.  One of the scary choices we have as believers during a time like this is how much do we protect ourselves and our families.  I understand your desire to do that.  I have the same desire.  In fact, that is so important.  Men and women have asked those questions in the middle of war, famine, and horrible circumstances since the beginning.  Peter says something in his first letter that really strikes a chord here:  “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”  As a believer, we must constantly be reminded that we are not God, but he is on our side.  He is our protection.  In the last seven months, I have ensured that my church reads a Psalm every service, and that has been so incredible as the Psalms are ripe with a keen understanding that God is our ultimate protector and defender.  Sure we can and should take care of others, but to be a believer is to believe he is stronger than this and any difficult circumstance you will encounter.

I will give all praise to God.

In the midst of adversity, focusing on fixing our problems can be justified.  But whatever you do, in this season of taking care of others, building them up, and remembering our creator, don’t stop giving praise to him.  Thank him for everything.  Recently a popular rock station (that at times, I very much enjoyed) was bought out by K-love, a contemporary Christian syndicated radio station.  So I’ve been listening.  Because of this new habit, my mind has been focused on praising God, and even in the midst of all of this panic, I can still say, “I trust you.”

I started the Holman Report for the Christian in the wilderness, who loves Jesus, but is tired of playing church.  What an opportunity we have to live out our faith right now.  I’m not at all happy about this pandemic, but I am thrilled about the opportunity to respond like Christ in the midst of adversity.  Difficult ground can produce good fruit, if cultivated into good ground first.  That is hard work.

The Crazy Prayer

Years ago, I sat in a small group with fifteen other people, including a couple who happened to be new believers.  My sister, Brooke, was visiting from Indiana that week as well and decided to join in the fun.  The topic of the conversation that night in Millbury, Massachusetts was on prayer.  After the conversation, we prayed for friends or family in our lives who needed prayer.  One of the new believers, Scott, asked if he could pray for someone close to him.  I said yes and he prayed for a coworker of his in Westborough, Massachusetts.  For the record, Westborough is about 20 minutes west of Millbury.  Scott said his coworker’s life was falling apart because of sickness, financial problems, family drama, and a hundred other issues that burdened his friend.  Our small group gathered together and prayed intensely for his hurting coworker.

After the group, my sister and I decided to drive back home and on the way, we stopped at a Wendy’s about twenty minutes east of Millbury in north Worcester, Massachusetts.  We made it in the dining room as the staff were locking the door, but they graciously allowed us to come in and eat.  The room sat empty except the staff and one lady who sat in the corner eating by herself.

My sister and I sat and talked about our evening at the group, and in the middle of our conversation, she stood up, walked across the room, and began to talk to the lonely lady, which in turn caused me to sit lonely and tired from the long day.  I waited for my sister to finish talking, which she eventually did.  Then they walked over and my sister introduced me to Susan, a familiar name because our mother’s name is Susan too.  Brooke asked me if she could borrow my car to spend a little time with her new friend the following day, which I obliged.

Brooke drove and spent some time with Susan the next morning, then brought her back to the church where I worked, and told me she wanted to become a Christian.  Susan and I prayed together that day, and with tears in our eyes, we all hugged and prayed for Susan and the new life she found in Christ.

Brooke went home, and the next week, I was pleased to be able to share with my small group the awesome story of Susan and how she came to Christ the week before in a Wendy’s after our gathering.  As I told the story and shared the lady’s name, Scott, the new believer, looked at me like I had three heads.  He asked me to repeat her name and to describe what she looked like.  I gave him that information.  Then he proceeded to tell me that the person my sister walked across the room and talked to, and spent time with, and introduced her to Christ, was the same lady who we had prayed for an hour before in our small group.

We all felt goose bumps as we understood the power we accessed when we called out to God.

How much time have you spent this week connecting to the Creator of the universe?

Written by Martin Holman

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