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Resurrection Sunday

Something I wrote for Easter:


Death loses.

Of course, that's the message of Easter. Christ's resurrection means that the darkness when our time here is done isn't the end, that there's something across the chasm.

But that's not all it means. The Greek word we translate as "eternal"--as in "eternal life"--does, in fact, mean length of life, but it also and equally means quality of life. It means that our lives here are better, fuller, more joyful--not in any sort of heretical, bad hairdo, Joel Osteen way, but in a way that's full of hope and peaceableness.


So Christ's resurrection means something for us right here, right now, as (*cough*) Jesus Jones said in the '90s. It means that Christ conquers that big Death at the end, but he also conquers all the little deaths along the way. The difficult parent, the destructive child, the bad diagnosis, the deadend and soulcrushing job, the bankruptcy, the long line of lovers that never fill the void, the addiction, and perhaps worst of all, the mundane and empty days that border on despair.

On the cross, Christ descended into all those hells. On the cross, Christ comes to us in those agonies and stays with us and walks with us. In his resurrection, he gives us victory over them and healing of them and liberation from them.


All of us have tasted something of those painful deaths. Some of us have tasted far more than we can bear. Today is our day. Today is the day that Christ conquers the pains and burdens of this life.

Today is the day we're free.

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