It is a sad state of affairs to witness the human race which is blessed with actual abundance, stoop to this level of primal selfishness. And yet, why do we find it so hard to look away at these events? I would argue that it is because we recognize a bit of ourselves in the people that take part.
Whenever you live with certain things always readily available to you, it becomes the new status quo. An untapped expectation and entitlement to an ideal living standard, living inside our minds. We must admit, something would be very off indeed if it were to all go away tomorrow, or worse, go to your neighbour while you go without.
Desperation creeps in, add in a few sprinkles of fear and our ears begin to itch for quick reassurance, which usually comes first from the journalists that are reporting from ground zero of the warzone. That is, the shopfloor of aisle 12 (toilet paper), Tesco.
But it’s all a bit funny sometimes too. Isn’t it? The vast majority of us can laugh at our T.V screens or mock the radio host, while at the same time be walking to our fridge and find plenty of custard tarts to last us until the famine blows over. But the most chaotic part about panic buying hasn’t even taken place yet. Sooner or later we all must restock, refuel and resupply our households, cars and barns to actually sustain living. There are of course the “preppers”, in which case all that means is you’ve done your panic buying way in advance and even managed to build a military grade bunker to store it all in, in-case you know…the zombies come knocking.
Sooner or later, everybody looks the same as each other, hiking high and low to find whatever it is we need at the local shops. Deciphering who are the hoarders and who are just normal folk that’re low on stock would serve only to hurt your head. It’s ultimately a free for all, and if you are a proud virtue signaller, it’s your worst humble nightmare to be seen with the rest of the sheep. Better wear some big sunglasses and pull your hood down a bit lower.
Yes, we can laugh at all the people given over to“panic buying”, but we must also remember this is also referred to in the Bible as the sin of “worrying”. Maybe for some, there was no awareness that worrying could even be a sin. After all, we get worried about all kinds of things, to where it’s become normal in everyday life to worry. Worry of being late, paying the bills, pleasing the children, making those grades for GCSEs and what the weather will do in the next hour.
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is life not more than food, and the body more than clothes?”
“Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?”
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when the heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”
The chief principle of the sin of worry is that it not only steals your peace of assurance but it quite frankly, wastes a lot of valuable time. Time away from living your life, and time away from developing your trust in God. Worry and panic, brings to focus the things that are most well outside of our control while it blurs the ultimate picture of God’s sovereignty. All sin must be confessed and repented of. All sin of worrying and panic must be dealt with the same, in all it’s nervously fidgety and unsettled nature.
Look to the man, whose voice alone calmed the storm around him at the sea of Galilee while the only thing that his disciples did in that time, was panic.
Look to the man who knows there are many troubles that worry us, but eternally assures us that he will never forsake you.
Look to the the name of Jesus, that holds the power against all these things, and more.
These days, Easter is celebrated in all kinds of ways. Some of you may of laid awake at night, wondering about the following questions around this time of year. Just what is the Easter Bunny? Why chocolate Eggs? Jesus did what? Blood atonement for my sins, huh? Does the Easter bunny prefer to be called “he”, “she”, or does it self-identify as something else? Here is the fast and loose on these important matters.