In a place not far away or long ago, an invisible creature called Covid-19 lived. He was a troublemaker that came from a long line of troublemakers. A third cousin killed 50 million people in the 14th century. To do it, Bubonic had to inhabit the fleas that lived on rats. Covid told himself he’d never go that low. But he longed to make it into history books as Bubonic had.
Covid’s Corona family members for thousands of years had disrupted the lives of human creatures. They specialized in sneezing and head congestion. Their best efforts were in winter because they didn’t do well when the sun came out. The common cold’s involuntary hosts—what he called them—might miss work a week and feel miserable. But occasionally, with a real success story, they would curse their Creator. That was the goal! Covid wanted to far surpass his family, to be much more than just a nuisance. He longed to be deadly and feared!
One day he developed a brilliant plan. He started in the Far East where hosts lived in tight quarters. After infiltrating them, his army of minions spread. On planes, trains, cruise ships, everywhere his hosts went, they unknowingly carried and spread him to others before his time-released symptoms appeared. He’d achieved what his family coveted—a stealth offensive.
Soon the WORLD was filled with him! Now every history book would write about him with bold headlines – “Covid-19 the Pandemic of 2020.” Most human creatures obeyed their governments’ demands to be socially distant. That too worked well in his plan: not just to kill weaker hosts, but to cause psychological and economic depression. He was thrilled that he had totally disrupted life! Surely, this would cause human creatures to curse their Creator!
But then everything changed. In Italy (one of his greatest successes), people began singing to each other from their balconies. Medical teams from Samaritan’s Purse went into the most infected areas. Just as if he didn’t exist!
People in America stood or kneeled in hospital parking lots singing Christian songs and praying for medical staff and patients. And people everywhere suddenly appreciated truck drivers, grocery store workers, hospital janitors, and garbage collectors who kept doing their jobs.
Churches, forced to close their doors, met “distantly together with God’s people” by livestreaming. People used social media, FaceTime and Zoom to stay in touch with each other and keep their businesses afloat. Conversations between neighbors happened, but six feet apart.
Covid became incensed as he looked around. He’d closed bars and restaurants. He’d closed schools and parks and beaches. He’d even closed the churches! But he hadn’t managed to close the hearts of human creatures. Families were together instead of spread out in all directions. Many were praying, reading the Bible, and caring for each other more than ever before.
Suddenly Covid didn’t feel so well himself. He could tell he was losing strength. His army was dying. He’d done massive damage, but human creatures weren’t cursing their Creator. And the Creator wasn’t going to let him win.
He remembered what one of the Creator’s prophets had said, “But for you who revere my name, the Sun of Righteousness will arise with healing in its wings” (Malachi 4:2).
He knew then that Sun, also known as the Son, would burn off everything he’d done.
Copyright 2020 by Vicki Huffman