Monday, 16 March 2020

Spiritual Blindness.

The coronavirus, like almost everything else, has exposed man's inability to deal with the crises that will certainly overwhelm him.  It is very evident that no one knows how to respond or cope with the virus.  The pseudo science, that underpins the virus research, is as about as reliable as the ramblings of Mystic Meg; and the so-called health experts, are making up responses as they go along.

Of course, none of the confusion surprises true Christians.  For they are aware of the inspired words of the prophet Isaiah thus: We grope for the wall like the blind, and we grope as if we had no eyes: we stumble at noon day as in the night; we are in desolate places as dead men"(Isaiah 59:10). 

What does the prophecy mean? It says, "we grope as if we had no eyes." Which means, we do have eyes but are unable to see.  Of course, God is not referring to the eyes in their heads; he is referring to the eyes of their understanding (Eph.1:18), that were closed by sin and wickedness. The narrative continues, "we stumble at noon day."  The sun is shining, but we still can't see where to place our feet. The light of God's truth is every where, but we can't see it, because we are spiritually blind. Then the narrative concludes: "we are in desolate places as dead men." That means, we are physically alive, but spiritually dead(Eph.2:1). The wages of sin is death (Rom.6:23). We first die spiritually, and then physically, unless God has mercy on us, and raise us from the dead through repentance, baptism and the gift of the holy spirit.

Therefore, no one has the faintest idea what to do about the problems that continue to overwhelm us, and will certainly bring about our destruction. The Coronavirus maybe no more that a prelude to the pestilence that are yet to come.

But despite the confusion and madness in the world, God's faithful children can be assured of his protection.

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