I drove myself to the pharmacy. Coming out of it, I could not find my car in the parking lot. Walking back and forth and not finding it, I began to panic.
Then I woke up. An awful dream. Which triggered a migraine.
It didn’t help that I’ve started taking pills which my doctor warned might cause hot flushes, pains and other side effects.
But thank God it was just a dream.
Nowadays, populations all over the world are in a state of panic because of an itty-bitty virus. Corona has indeed become “queen” and “star” of all viruses because of the fear it has induced in people.
At Costco and Walmart stores near our place in San Diego, tissue paper, alcohol, hand wash products, and mind you, even bottled water and rice, have started to run out. What??!!
It doesn’t help that social media shares and stories—some of them fake—have magnified the strength of this virus more than its real power to do harm.
Health authorities assure us: its ability to infect anyone is only 3 per cent; a good immune system will protect you; take the necessary precautions and you’ll be a-OK.
Yet we still panic, right? Welcome to the panic room. Refugee camp, if you will, where a peace accord awaits.
Psalm 46:1-3 (KJV), “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof.”
In Jesus, we can be nursed back to faith. “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified… for the Lord goes with you; He will never leave you or forsake you,” Deuteronomy 31:6.
There’s of course still a chance to catch the bug, that’s why we take precautions.
But didn’t He also promise to heal?
Paul who had a momentary onset of panic during one of his journeys, confessed, “But this happened that we might rely not on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead,” 2 Corinthians 1:9.
Christ is still seated on His throne. King of kings and Lord of Lords, He turns every pretender—yes even this itsy-bitsy corona—to mush. We can starve to death this nano pretender to the throne!
Just press your panic button!
Pray. Believe. Exercise wisdom in whatever you do.
Then leave the rest to Him who holds your life in the palm of His mighty hand.
Goodness, He even raises the dead!
