Death’s Defeat

The other day, Lil C (our two-year old foster son) and I went on a bike ride and came across Resurrection Cemetery on 17 Mile Road. It wasn’t planned but we turned into it’s entrance and rode peacefully and respectfully through it’s quiet road. I was surprisingly comforted by the headstones. Many, if not what seemed to be all, had a cross front and center. Our universal symbol of hope. Those two familiar wooden planks that our Savior lovingly hung for our sins.

Just like for Jesus, death and burial is only a chapter in our journey. I expect many of those whom we pedaled passed the other day had faith in the cross of Jesus Christ as their only hope as they left this world. For some, they knew that the same Savior who rose from the grave would one day again return to this earth and raise again their bodies to be renewed into their full glory. Thank you, God, for this moment as you increase my anticipation.

Today, Good Friday 2020, where Death’s tolls rampage our headlines and Uncertainty’s fear rip roars our headspace; I am grateful for the cross of Christ and stake my hope in it’s promise.

On Friday death’s defeat was sure…but in Sunday our hope is secured.