Waiting for news about our loved ones can be the most trying time for us. I am writing this while waiting to hear more about the contamination of Covid-19 at my father’s nursing home in Montreal. We have been informed that some residents have diagnosed with the illness. Now we just need to know how many.
As I pray this night for my father, other residents of the sam nursing home and their families, I can appreciate the mental agony that the disciples went through the day after the crucifixion. It is not death that I am troubled with. It is the unnecessary pain that one has go through before death. Spiritually, I am at peace that my father is in God’s hand. Humanly, I just pray that he would be able
to approach his last breath peacefully.
The disciples were foretold about Jesus’ death and resurrection. Some believed more than others. Some were wondering what he was talking about. They all had to go through the day between the cruxifixion and the resurrection with some uncertainty and anguish. Waiting for the light to rise in the morning of the next day to erase the darkness of this night is how one is being prepared to overcome one’s fear of death and to have hope in the promise of everlasting life.
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1)