Journal of the Plague Year: The Slow Work of God
COVID, and COVID-tide, has been very kind to me as an objective matter. No one close to me has died of the Coronavirus, only two people I am close to contracted the virus, and both appear to have recovered completely. I still have my job, and my employer is doing quite well. COVID, ultimately, has been mostly an inconvenience, at least in terms of the direct impact it has had on me. And, yet, COVID-tide has coincided with a crisis of faith for me. Like many things, this has become only apparent to me as I have started to climb out of it in the last few weeks, with the help of a couple of old friends, and one new one. If I have to describe it, I would call it a spiritual depression, in the sense that I had all of the now-familiar to me symptoms of depression, but only as it related to matters relating to faith. That strange combination of lassitude and anxiety greeted me every time I tried to watch a service via streaming, or engage with ot...