Where O Death...?
Our oldest son has had a cat for almost 20 years and it is like a member of the family for all of us, especially him. But Blacky is not well and he won't be with us much longer.
Death is real and it stings.
In my home this week we're all feeling the sting of death, of loss, of separation, of a security and relationship that will soon be gone and that won't come back. This is the ultimate destiny we each face- for those whom we love- and for ourselves.
We, the human race, have brought on ourselves. Our rebellion and our sin have done it- the wages of sin is death. Death is the ultimate predicament to be resolved, but it will never be eliminated, not by us anyway, no matter how hard we try.
There is an answer, or I should say there is a person who is the answer. Isn't it ironic that so many are offended when they hear the good news- that someone has done what we could never do- has taken the sting out of death.
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?
