What Comes Next?
This question has been on the tip of my tongue almost every day for the last year.
I’ve wondered if another COVID lockdown is coming or if the current one will be lifted. I’ve wondered if mask mandates will be lifted, or more rigorously enforced, or if we’ll be asked to wear them forever. I’ve wondered if the kids will be able to come for the holidays. I’ve wondered about vaccines–will they work? Will they work against the new variants of the virus? Will there be long-term side-affects we can’t predict right now? I wonder if I will ever travel again or if my coming and going will continue to be restricted, even though I’ve taken the vaccine. I wonder if it will all just eventually go away and I pray it will.
Everyday I wonder it to some degree. Every day there is a new twist, but the big question is always the same.
What comes next?
This morning, once again, I asked myself the question and as clear as a bell the answer came to me. Holy Week. It comes next. It is upon us! We are living in the reminder of it, and I am pulled into it––to stop and listen and remember the answer I already know but I’m prone to forget.
Before there could be an answer, though, there was this. The darkness of betrayal, violence and death, all of it unfolding in just a matter of a few days as things quickly escalated to the point of no return
What comes next?
It must have been the resounding question on everyone’s lips after the darkness of Friday went down–haters and lovers alike must’ve asked it. I imagine they were all waiting. I imagine they felt something stirring in the silence–something not quite settled. I imagine it to have felt like a stampede of wild horses approaching from the distance. Long before they could be seen or heard, there was just the vibration of them coming. I think there must have been a vibration of what was coming!
Then it was Sunday, and the shock and awe of it. It suddenly appeared death wasn’t final, because there was an empty tomb with no explanation other than the one that had been predicted–the one suddenly understood. What felt like the end only a few days before actually became the answer.
The answer for the question, What comes next?
Life and hope come next! That is the answer! When I quiet myself, I can feel the vibration of it in everything around me.
For me, this Holy Week could not have come at a better time. I needed the reminder that life and hope always trample death and despair into the ground. I needed to be reminded we are overcomers. OVERCOMERS! When I remember this, is takes all the angst out of the question What comes next? It renders it powerless. It becomes a moot question. We can’t stop thinking about these current afflictions. We are, after all, human. These crazy days seem to be in no hurry to leave us. I have it on the very best authority, though, I can confidently turn my question into one broad and sweeping resounding profession!
WHAT COMES NEXT IS LIFE AND HOPE!
He is risen. Hallelujah!