Death comes to us all.
That’s right, we all end up dead, it’s only just a question of how and why.
When I was about 8 years old, I tried to deny the reality of death. It happened at my aunt’s (my father’s sister) funeral. Seeing her lifeless body in the casket, I recall thinking, If that should ever happen to me, I’ll just get up and walk away.
By the time I was in my twenties, I witnessed death first hand, and I am now in my lower sixties, and I look at death differently. I’ve been to many funerals. I’ve said farewell to both of my parents, most all of my aunts and uncles, grandparents, and many friends and enemies. My eldest brother passed away a little over a year ago. I certainly can no longer deny the harsh reality of death. It rips apart life’s closest bonds, it leaves our hearts broken, it ushers in loneliness, and it opens floodgates of tears. Nothing that we say or do change that.
Let me give you this gift, this one great reality, which might just give you some hope.
Christ, himself, broke the power of death. He did “get up and walk away” from the grave.
And one day this “last enemy,” as brother Paul called it, will be destroyed forever (1 Corinthians 15:26). He said it like this:
“‘Death is swallowed up in victory.’ ‘O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?’ The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ” (vv.54-57)
The problem is do you really believe it? And if you did would it not provide you peace?
If you believe it, would you not be free?