I Still Believe

Hello, everyone! I have more free time than I’ll probably ever have again, so here I am, hopefully back on the blogging grind.

The news cycle is kind of obsessed with one thing and one thing only.

“Jesus” has about a billion results on Google. Coronavirus is bigger than Jesus. Eat your heart out, John Lennon!

Because the world has tunnel vision right now, you’re probably not paying attention to movies (outside of what to binge, in which case I recommend A Quiet Place) so if you haven’t heard of I Still Believe, I don’t blame you.

The film tells the true story of Christian singer Jeremy Camp at the start of his career. Camp, if you don’t know, lost his first wife Melissa to cancer. The film’s title comes from the song of the same name, penned by Camp after her death.

I haven’t seen the movie, but I liked the trailer. It did what a trailer’s supposed to do. As I was watching the trailer, two scenes hit me in the feels. The first shows KJ Apa’s Jeremy hurling a Bible at a wall, and the second has him smashing his guitar.

I’m bringing this up because that level of frustration is where I’ve been for a few weeks now.

OK, you know what? The beer bug is a huge topic, and I’m trying to make this post kinda structured, but it’s not working, so I’m gonna say what I wanna say, and if I lose you, I’m sorry.

First thing: can we admit this is hard? I’ve scrolled past tons of social media posts telling me the spiritual significance of coronavirus’ timing or that my grandparents stormed Normandy, so I can survive a few weeks with Netflix and my thoughts, and I deleted Twitter off my phone because of all the Michael Sandel wannabes and their hot takes about how the coronavirus proves the shortcomings of capitalism. (Not saying I disagree with them. One word: OVEREXPOSURE.)

But among all the politics and the social media sermons and the memes and the bucket lists of things that will be done once quarantine lifts, one opinion that’s been overshadowed? THIS. IS. DIFFICULT. In every way.

For me, I’ve been looking for someone to be mad at. The problem is, that list is constantly growing. I could be mad at:

Once I concluded that trying to find someone to blame for the pandemic was a pointless endeavor, my next question to God was: “Why?” Why all this pointless suffering? Why are people dying, and more importantly, why is this virus so dangerous that gathering to bury them is a health risk? Why are the hard-working citizens of the workforce being left to fend for themselves while the fat cats are swimming in money? Why are high school and college seniors all across the globe having the biggest accomplishment of their lives yanked out from under their noses? Why are governments around the world seeming to compete for who can have the least competent response, and why is my country of residence winning? Why are all the prayers not doing anything?

And I’ve gotten no answer.

I’m fairly certain God invented the frustrating silence.

Which brings us back to that throw-a-Bible, smash-a-guitar feeling. More specifically, that pull-your-hair-out slap in the face of a realization that causes it: that sometimes, what we pray for isn’t God’s will.

Which leads into the even harder realization: if what we’re praying for isn’t God’s will, then God is going to make something good out of this.

And in fact, he is. One other thing lost in the whirlwind of social media negativity? Good news during this tumultuous time.

So, to counterbalance my ‘who to blame’ list, a ‘good things that have happened, coronavirus-related or otherwise’ list:

I’m not writing this in a vacuum. My knowing that God is going to make something good out of this doesn’t mean I’m not sad about the state of the world and that my life is on pause until further notice. No number of blog posts will make cabin fever not real. I can’t see an end in sight.

But you know what?

Even when I don’t see, I still believe.

3 thoughts on “I Still Believe

  1. I like your writing Noah, it’s entertaining and witty! Yeah, this has been a different kind of season in our life, even for our nation. Heck, for that matter the whole world. I really think God has allowed these thing to shake things up and get our attention. He’s after our heart, and too many of us in the church have fallen into apathy and indifference toward Gpd, we have lost that vibrant love we used to have. Others have become entangled with the world and don’t see the danger of it. Yet God fights for our greatness by allowing trouble to joust is from our slumber.
    Unfortunately, this is only the beginning of things, more pain is coming for us, but He has offered us sure refuge in this storm: the secret place of the most high. It only takes a willing heart and surrender to enter. And time of course, time alone with Him.
    Tell your Dad John Barker says Hey!

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  2. You captured hope in the midst of frustration and difficulty beautifully here, Noah. It’s always cool to read what you write. And Jack is right, you have read AN ASTONISHING amount about this virus… like, dang.

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