Coronavirus and the fear of death

Jeremy Marshall writes: I know absolutely nothing about infectious diseases  or how to stop Coronavirus. I have no scientific or medical training.

But I do know quite a bit about the fear of dying. Seven years ago I felt fear when I was told I had cancer. Four and a half years ago I felt intense, sickening, dizzying, overwhelming fear when I was told I had incurable cancer and probably had 18 months to live. I have lived with that awful fear of dying and death since. Yes friends, I am afraid of dying. Aren’t we all?

What’s fear like? Well, fear grew in me very suddenly, a little like way that the threat of Coronavirus has grown. A small cloud “the size of a man’s hand” appears in the far distance (1 Kings 18.44).  It seems very small and insignificant. In my case this was a tiny lump on my ribs I found one day in the shower in 2012. In the case of Coronavirus it was a small news story about a strange disease in a place in China none of us had ever heard of. And then, without much warning, suddenly in a few days the cloud has grown and darkened and fills the whole sky, blotting out the sun, lowering over ahead like some fell beast of prey. The storm of fear is on us, ready to overwhelm us.

Fear comes in many forms. It can be fear for ourselves or for our loved ones. Fear can be big or small, laughable or deadly. Fear of running out of toilet paper or fear of gasping for breath in a hospital corridor. Fear is not wrong (and it is interesting that Jesus reproves his disciples for their lack of faith not for their fear). A small child has a “fear deficit” which means they can run into a busy road unless restrained by the parents hand.

But too much fear can be equally problematic and fear of death is a powerful emotion. What did fear of death look like for me? In my book Beyond the Big C I describe it as follows:

The train of life is comfortable…suddenly without warning there is a jolt…it is like being shoved into a parallel universe: once you are in it you cant get back…the Grim Reaper has joined the train and moved into your carriage and is sitting opposite you, regarding you with a cold eye.

What helped me deal with fear? Simple. The presence of God. I have nothing to recommend about me and everything to recommend about someone else—someone who is available as the ultimate answer to fear to anyone who will ask for help.

The best way to illustrate what this is like is in a story from the Bible which I found amazingly helpful in dealing with fear.

That day when evening came, he (Jesus) said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other side.” Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him.

A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?” He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!”

Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?” They were terrified and asked each other, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!” (Mark 4.35–41)

Jesus deliberately and with foreknowledge takes his disciples into fear and danger. He goes to sleep while a huge storm arises suddenly, out of nothing and threatens to sink the boat. Fear can arise very suddenly as when the doctor said to me  “I’m sorry, but…”—or when we are on a crowded Tube train and someone starts coughing. The disciples are terrified that they are going to die. Things are completely out of control. Water is pouring into the boat and they are sinking and they are desperate. Having exhausted all their human efforts to get back in control, they ultimately also despair, for they finally doubt that even God cares. For us there can be fear also just like the disciples—who rudely say to Jesus “Don’t you care if we drown?”—and we too in fear can often doubt God’s character or even his existence. But in fact God meets us most of all in the storms of life when we have lost control and are afraid.

What can we do when we are afraid? The answer to fear is this: to speak to God and seek to know him more and to seek to experience a much bigger fear, “the fear of the Lord”. If we are afraid of something then the arrival of something infinitely bigger drives out and makes us forget the first fear. Our problem is that we see one fear clearly enough—death—but we don’t see clearly the infinitely bigger God, whom we are told “will swallow up death”.

He will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign LORD will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove his people’s disgrace from all the earth. The LORD has spoken. (Is 25.8)

When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.” “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” (1 Cor 15.54–55)

God invites us to fear him, to be in awe of the fact that the Maker of the universe not only knows us but feels for us.

Very comforting is that our Lord, Jesus, never asks us to do something he hasn’t done himself or go through something he hasn’t gone through. He is the trailblazer and we must follow him. In the garden of Gethsemane Jesus felt tremendous fear of death. What he did with his fear shows us what to do with ours. He asked God for help and so must we. We tread in his steps. But his way also diverges from ours. He was deserted by God so that we will  never be deserted. He lacked the presence of the Father: “My God my God why have you forsaken me?” (Matt 27.46) so that  we would never lack his presence.

Most important for us is that I am utterly convinced, if we however feebly we but trust him, that Jesus is and will remain in your and my “boat.” Sometimes our sense of his presence in our boat may be more or less powerful, but the reality of his sailing with us, once he has boarded our vessel, doesn’t change one iota. As the storm of life rages he may appear to be asleep, he may appear to be leaving us to our fears, but in fact he is not. Never! Never!

As we face our fears he gives us help. He comforts us through his word. His word gives us his presence, the personal experience of his reality. Here is his promise:

From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He  will not allow your foot to slip; your Protector will not slumber. Behold, the Protector of Israel will not slumber or sleep. The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is the shade on your right hand. The sun will not strike you by day nor the moon by night. The LORD will guard you from all evil; He will preserve your soul.The LORD will watch over your coming and going, both now and forevermore. (Ps 121)

We might have accidents, our foot might slip and we often forget things. We might forget to wash our hands. Every day we sleep and pay no attention to anything during this time, for we are oblivious. But happily God is not like us. He is not accident prone. He is watching over our comings and goings with fatherly and tender care “for the eternal God is your refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms” (Deut 33.27). He promises us that he will never abandon us in our boat for “I will never leave you or forsake you” (Deut 31.6, Heb 13.5). He says “look I am with you always” (Matt 28.20). His very name is Emmanuel which means of course “God with us” (Matt 1.23). This is how we deal with fear: we have him in our boat and we see where we are going. The story ends, does it not, with Jesus bringing the disciples to the other side? He will do the same with us. Eventually we will all die and we might die next week of Coronavirus or we might live to one hundred years old and die peacefully in our bed. We do not know.

But, friends, with absolute certainty this we do know: that if Jesus is on our “boat” then he will bring us all, fears and all, eventually to the other side, where we will all meet him face to face. Then finally all fear will end.

Being afraid is normal. I’m afraid of illness and death. It’s part of being human. It’s also part of being a Christian: God keeps over and over repeating this command to his children  “Don’t be afraid” because he precisely knows what we are like and he sympathises with our frailty and fears. “Father-like he tends and spares us/ well our feeble frame he knows”. Amazingly, God in his word specifically promises to deliver us from our fear of death:

Since the children have flesh and blood, he (i.e. Jesus) too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might break the power of him who holds the power of death—that is, the devil— and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death. (Heb 2.14–15)

For God not only tells us not to be afraid—he gives us the means to control (if not as we are human to wholly eliminate) our fears, for he gives us himself. He gives us his presence because he loves us and by his perfect love he promises us he will drive out our fear. In this life this will always be a partial driving out, as I know very well myself.  What’s encouraging is that in the life to come fear and pain and suffering and death (which is the ultimate fear) will themselves be destroyed.

All that is fearful will one day be utterly destroyed. Our storm wracked boat (with the Lord of course still in it) will at last glide into the encircling arms of the heavenly harbour, and then, finally, we will know that we have come ashore, come home to our Father’s house.

If anyone reading this thinks “I’d like some of that: I’d like to know how to experience the presence of the God who drives out fear” then please contact me at [email protected]

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7 thoughts on “Coronavirus and the fear of death”

  1. Hi my name is Andrew I have cancer was diagnosed in January I have had four lots of flot i have a picc line in but i do not fear death i am on a win win if i die i get to see my maker and family I’ve lost it’s the family and friends i would leave behind that suffer the lose

  2. ‘But I do know quite a bit about the fear of dying’

    There’s much to be said for consciousness, a supreme gift from God; but there’s no escaping that it does offer only fear as the rational response to those dreaded words we really don’t want to hear from a doctor, or indeed any situation where the likelihood of death is presented to us. But I wonder if there is a bit of primary education which we should all have received from quite an early age (but probably didn’t) and which might give us a calmer perspective on what inevitably faces all of us sooner or later: how we fit in to the great scheme of things. I once wrote a poem which faced mortality and placed things, for me, in a helpful perspective:

    If every day I could take time
    To put away the clatter and the din
    Of daily living, for a while,
    To walk in woods and over fields,
    And purge my mind in calm reality,

    Then, restored, I’d see once more
    That, far from human self regard,
    There still exists a real world,
    Where life is lived for life’s own sake
    And everything aspires to be itself.

    For nature clears confusion’s mists,
    Paints clarity across the crowded eye,
    Revealing forests through the mass of trees;
    Since nothing in her world is over valued,
    And all has purpose, be it large or small.

    Whenever I regard affairs of men
    To be more valid than a passing whim,
    Then should I stare at falling leaves
    And deep brown soil, to know again
    The freedom of a season that will pass.

    For nothing has no end and each fresh bud
    Will burst but once upon the earth;
    And every bird that flew or flower that bloomed
    Has sung its song or shown its beauty
    For a while – and then no more.

    Some might find it a bleak offering – my Ecclesiastes moment perhaps – but I think there’s power in facing earthbound reality head on, and even peace in recognising that absolutely everything and everyone has a season which will end and that none of us is alone in that experience. We really are very small creatures; our lives are but the blink of an eye. We should understand that, accept it and own it because it’s the truth. And if we do that, surely it’s the perfect prelude to being overjoyed by the greatest news on earth:

    There is more after all! What we once loved and lived for as if it was the only thing that was real turns out to be but a hint of a far greater reality to come. And we can know that because the one who we are invited to receive as our Saviour turns out to have been the creator of the world which we are so fearful to leave. He himself rejoiced as he made that world. And as we inhabit it, rejoicing in it too (more or less!), his handiwork is all around us, his image in the people we know and love, we are his creation. And if we are Christians, we are his children, destined to enter his eternal realm – and this time there will be no end.

    • Thanks Don, lovely poem. I agree it can be helpful to contemplate our mortality in a healthy way rather than the dread way. I had an NDE many years ago and it brought me that and a deep deep peace. I love the psalm 103 for lots of reasons, one being that I’ve always got a lot of pleasure from wild flowers and being a flower of the field, even if a bit transient, is a comforting and joyful thought for me. Of course the actual point of that psalm isn’t so much our transience and fallibility but the contrast with his permanence and utter reliability. PTL


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