Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Our unmarked tombs

I went to a funeral today. As always it was a somber experience. Earth to earth. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

The body of a man was in a box and lowered into the ground. His wife of 60 years watched and wept, along with children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. His childhood friend of 75 years delivered the eulogy. He knew the man through and through. From childhood mischief to trade training to personal hobbies to family ancestry.

We all die. At some naturalistic level we will die and we will probably be mourned by those who knew us. They will gather around our resting place and cry and laugh and remember.

As Christians, we've already died. The day of our "yes!" to Jesus was the day that we participated in his crucifixion. We died. We died to escape the law. We died to escape our selfishness. We died so that our flesh could be born from above and live a new life in Christ.

But we don't mourn that death. We don't cry. We don't mark a resting place for it. Instead we live in the here and now, and we look in hope to the future. Like the empty tomb of Jesus that no one goes to visit, each believer has an unmarked tomb that no one goes to visit. We have moved through death, beyond the law, into a life of divine grace and love.

Photo credit: Andrew Smith

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