In times like these, I begin to think about the hard questions.
What is the worst thing that could happen to me with this virus?
What am I most afraid of?
The worst thing would be that I could die, or someone I love could die.
Death is the ultimate evil thing, right?
So what would happen to me if I died?
Would I survive somewhere after death?
And would it be a happy place or a not so happy one?
If I were to survive death, and find myself standing before the Creator of the universe, what would I say to convince Him that I should be allowed into heaven?
I would probably tell Him that I have been a good person.
But what if He probed a bit. What if He said, "How good were you?"
I could say, "Well, I was a lot better person than Donald Trump."
Hmm. That might not be saying a whole lot.
I could say, "Well, I've been better than most people actually.
I've done lots of good things and I certainly haven't done any really evil things.
I'm over 50% good. Way over."
So I've probably made a passing grade.
But what if there is no grade?
What if it's just, "Are you good or not?"
How good is good enough?
But the Creator is supposed to be good too, right? He cares about people. And He should appreciate all that goodness He would see in me.
Maybe He would say,
"Yes, you're right. You've been pretty good. In fact, there's only one or two little tiny sins I ever remember you committing. A little lie or two. Oh, yes, and that small bit of mean gossip you passed on about your coworker.
But those little sins would not even show up under a microscope. The rest of you is really clean.
I think you're probably clean enough to enter heaven."
(Whew. What a relief.)
"I'm sure one little microscopic bit of sinful virus won't amount to much. So we'll overlook that.
Welcome into my perfect home."