If this pandemic were a novel, it would be too predictable. We would probably know very early on the ending. It begins with a great force insisting that they know better for us. To compel us further, they would align their brightest wise-men and tell the populace that their compelling charts are inerrant. They might as well have descended from above. This force would then assert that they know better and that they would protect our best interest by locking us up. But to make things a bit more tolerable they would “allow” us to quickly gather our essentials in a nearby food repository. “Trust us,” they say. And trust them we did.
The reader would quickly see the plot unfold as little by little the gaps in the curtain would give us an uncomfortable sense that things are not as they should be. The person pulling the strings is led by a host of wormtongues eager to ensure the utmost power for that greater force.
Again, the reader can see the end of the story. He knows that when a greater force seeks the comprehensive well-being of a people there will never be a back to normal scene as the story unfolds. The greater force doesn’t then return to business as usual, but business as granted. It seeks greater power.
Instead of keeping that force at bay, in the name of security, we forsook our right to labor and life. We should remember as the story continues that ancient prophet, Francis Schaeffer, who opined that we must speak out against authoritarian governments or we and our children will eventually be the enemy of society and state.
It’s time now to see the ending for what it is, o reader! Security does not trump our liberty to be the people we were called to be. It’s time for courage in the public square and–cautiously–resume our roles in the story and see to it that the ending is altered. The ending may seem clear, but the story has not yet been written. We serve a greater king who overwrites even the obvious human stories.
Ah, but the story has been written, the ending is cast in stone. Countries are devising plots that will fail. Leaders and Presidents, legislators and governors, mayors and police chiefs form a united front, they all collaborate against the carpenters son. Their Media pundits say “…we are free from the shackles that have been put on us by the church. Let’s free ourselves from their ropes!”
But their maker in heaven laughs in disgust and he taunts them with temporary power and control. But He is pissed and in His rage foments saying “I myself have installed my king in my place… He is my son! The nations and rulers are yours and all the continents are your personal property, (even though the leaders don’t believe in personal property).
You get to beat them up, smash them to bits, tear down all their marble Greaco/Roman arches and domes, libraries and monuments to men. breaking them in pieces just like a mason jar.
Kiss his ruler that He has set all authority, or a terror will come upon all of your governors, sheriffs, presidents and congress…\
But we will be safe in his arms of shelter!