The COVID-19 Pandemic and the Glory of God
The other day I found myself praying, almost automatically, that God would be glorified through this pandemic. I stopped myself. What was I actually saying, asking? I don’t know, so I won’t pray it again until I figure it out, which is doubtful. We all want this disease to, well, die. To stop. To disappear. To end its killing spree of 54,000 plus in this country (is that possible in two months?) and over 200,000 in the world (obviously much more since numbers from some countries cannot be trusted; we’re looking at you, China.) That I pray, fervently. I hope we all do. But for God to be glorified? How is that even possible in the midst of this uncertain biological force? The thing I find the most scary, maddening, defiant, I don’t know the word, about this disease is its unpredictability. Yes, it’s going to affect elderly and sick more; in the county I have an apartment (I own a home in the adjoining county), four have died and all were 70 or older