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\"\"Some days\u2014September 11, December 7\u2014forever stain our mental calendars, and this year March 11 joined those \u201cdays of infamy.\u201d The date marked not only the one-year anniversary of COVID-19 being declared a pandemic but also the tenth anniversary of a tsunami that devastated a coastal region of Japan. The tsunami surge did its damage quickly and receded; the pandemic surge is still wreaking havoc across the globe.<\/p>\n

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The 2011 tsunami ranks as the most expensive natural disaster in history. Japan has spent three hundred billion dollars constructing sea walls, rebuilding roads, and replacing structures destroyed by the towering ocean wave. Meanwhile, a small army of workers still reports for work each day at the Fukushima nuclear power plant, trying to control contamination and prevent more catastrophic meltdowns.<\/p>\n

\"\"I visited the area twice. The year after the tsunami, I met with some of the displaced families living in temporary housing and saw the relief work of Samaritan\u2019s Purse and other Christian organizations. Six years later I returned with a pastor to visit his abandoned church in Fukushima, once a modern city and now an eerie ghost town. Each time, my hosts recited statistics of the damage caused in 2011: 410,000 cars destroyed, 19,000 people killed, half a million buildings badly damaged or destroyed.<\/p>\n

Statistics don\u2019t tell the human story, however. A local guide led me to an elementary school where 74 of 105 students died after school officials delayed instructing them to climb a hill just behind the school. Too late, the children were scrambling upward across snowy ground as the first wave hit, only to lose their footing and slip into the water\u2019s certain death. Standing on the school steps, I watched a video recorded at that very vantage point, with the death-wave hurtling in and children screaming in the background.<\/p>\n

\"\"A nearby gymnasium became an impromptu museum, housing children\u2019s objects recovered from the mud and debris. For a year, volunteers painstakingly cleaned textbooks, dolls, coloring books, stuffed animals, school papers, scrapbooks, loose photos\u2014any memento of the children who were lost. There I met a grief-stricken mother who was methodically sifting through the boxes full of debris. A year later, she was still coming to the gym, searching for some scrap that might have belonged to her daughter. Her image haunts me to this day.<\/p>\n

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In the early days of the pandemic I followed the charts of infections, hospitalizations, and deaths from COVID-19 as diligently as some people follow the stock market or sports scores. By any measure, the United States ranks as the worst-affected of any country, with our 5 percent of the world\u2019s population accounting for 25 percent of cases worldwide and a fifth of total deaths. The statistics took on a different, more personal cast when my brother in California came down with the disease.<\/p>\n

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From my brother I got a daily, intimate account of what hospitalization has been like for almost 900,000 Americans so far. For two weeks he lay in an open ward, hardly sleeping because of the moans of others, some of whom were hallucinating. Hospital staff, shorthanded because of COVID, did their best to cope, but often his summons for help went unanswered. No visitors were allowed, and his only human contacts came dressed in full PPE garb. \u201cI have nothing to read, and no TV. There\u2019s nothing to do, and I can\u2019t get any sleep,\u201d he complained. He spent an additional two weeks in a rehab center, but during that time staff managed only three sessions of physical therapy. Every day he pleaded over the phone, \u201cPlease, help get me out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"Later, I interviewed a chaplain at a memory care facility for patients suffering from dementia and Alzheimer\u2019s. After losing twenty-two residents to COVID-19, the facility imposed a complete lockdown, banning visitors. \u201cWhere\u2019s my family?\u201d the puzzled patients asked. \u201cWhy doesn\u2019t anyone come see me anymore?\u201d The chaplain, Diane Kamin, sat with some of these confused residents as they died, holding their hands and offering whatever comfort she could. Sometimes she FaceTimed the scene to family members who were sitting in the lobby, awaiting their loved one\u2019s imminent death. Then she would go out into the lobby and share every detail of the patient\u2019s last hours on earth.<\/p>\n

Listening to Diane Kamin, I thought back to a film I had seen by the journalist Malcolm Muggeridge, who profiled Mother Teresa\u2019s work among the dying in Calcutta (Something Beautiful for God<\/em>). Statistically, he admits, she did not accomplish much by rescuing stragglers from the streets. He concludes with the statement, \u201cBut, then, Christianity is not a statistical view of life.\u201d<\/p>\n

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I have been reviewing the Gospels\u2019 accounts of Jesus\u2019 miracles of healing, wondering what we can learn from them in a time of pandemic or natural disaster. They record the details of two dozen individual instances of healing, covering a wide spectrum of disease and disability: blindness, deafness, leprosy, dropsy, paralysis, chronic hemorrhaging, fever, demon possession, a withered hand\u2014and three incidents of resurrection from the dead.<\/p>\n

Sometimes Jesus led mass events of healing in which he \u201ccured many people of diseases and afflictions\u201d (Luke 7:21). These seemed to drain him, and he would flee the press of the crowd to seek solitude in the hills, or row across a lake. He preferred the personal touch, one-on-one.<\/p>\n

Jesus healed everyone who asked. Not once did he demur with an explanation like \u201cBlind from birth? It\u2019s too late to connect all those brain neurons\u201d or \u201cThe man\u2019s been dead four days\u2014sorry, he\u2019s beyond help.\u201d Although Jesus had the ability to set right the worst ills that plague us, he chose against the spectacular remedies proposed by the Tempter in the desert. His miracles were on local scale, usually prompted by simple compassion, and often he asked that they not be publicized. Similarly, Jesus had the power to shout down a storm and tame the waves that were terrifying his disciples. But he did not alter the natural processes that would produce typhoons and hurricanes\u2014and tsunamis\u2014in succeeding centuries.<\/p>\n

S. Lewis described the natural world as \u201ca good thing spoiled.\u201d The tectonic forces that proved so destructive in 2011 are the same ones that formed the islands of Japan in the first place. Viruses are the most abundant and diverse beings on earth, and virologists estimate that only 1 percent of them cause disease\u2014yet just one mutant strain can bring the world to its knees.<\/p>\n

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face of Jesus<\/p><\/div>\n

Creation has been groaning \u201cas in the pains of childbirth,\u201d Paul told the Romans, having no illusions about the state of our planet. Our only hope is radical intervention, that one day \u201cthe creation itself will be liberated\u201d in a sort of cosmic rebirth. Jesus\u2019 miracles\u2014especially the Resurrection\u2014offer a tantalizing clue to that restored creation, though with no immediate solution to the suffering that afflicts us now.<\/p>\n

A new book by Makoto Fujimura,\u00a0Art and Faith<\/em><\/a>, centers on the shortest verse in the Bible, \u201cJesus wept\u201d (John 11:35), as a lens through which we can glimpse a new perspective on human suffering. Moved by the grief of Lazarus\u2019 sisters, Jesus wept with them, even though he knew he would soon resolve that grief through a dramatic act of resurrection. Jesus also knew that the miracle was at best temporary, for Lazarus would ultimately die again.<\/p>\n

A hypothetical scene enters my mind, of Mary and Martha gathering around their brother\u2019s bedside some thirty years after their encounter with Jesus. Lazarus is dying again, and their old grief returns. It\u2019s different this time, though. They have no lingering bitterness against Jesus, for they watched in agony what he himself went through as part of the mystery of healing the planet. No, they\u2019ve had three bonus decades with their brother, and not since he strolled like a mummy out of the cave have they doubted Jesus\u2019 promise to return to the Father and prepare a place for them\u2014and for us.<\/p>\n

\"\"Oddly enough, they remember most acutely the image of Jesus bent over and leaning against the stone tomb, shaking with sobs. Though he knew the bright future that lay ahead, he understood that they did not. Rather than scold them for a lack of faith, he shared their tears. In a matter of days or weeks, they would share his tears too, for John 11 explicitly links the raising of Lazarus to the plot to kill Jesus.<\/p>\n

I think back to the Japanese mother fumbling through boxes in a school gymnasium, weeping in that shy, unobtrusive Japanese way. Likely, she\u2019s looking for stray belongings to place in her daughter\u2019s bedroom, which she\u2019s preserved intact since 2011. The school she\u2019s sitting in has memorialized in permanent plaques the names of each child who died, as if they lived not seven or eight years but eternally. Whom we love, we humans keep alive in memory.<\/p>\n

We cannot undo grief. Yet we can cling to hope that an omnipotent God has the power not only to keep us alive in memory but to resurrect us to a new and permanent state. \u201cGod weeps with us so that we may one day laugh with him,\u201d says the theologian J\u00fcrgen Moltmann. The Lazarus and Easter events do not solve the problem of suffering, but they do point forward to a solution. Until then, Jesus weeps.<\/p>\n

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