Death takes more than it brings. It takes not just people, but relationships and dreams and future plans. Death is more of an intruder than an invited guest. It brings tears and a church gathering where awkward small talk with strangers is accompanied by deviled eggs and cucumber sandwiches.
Personally, I hate death. I hate the emotions it brings and the loss it forces me into. I hate that it even exists. I will admit that my hatred for death is a selfish hatred. To be forced to lose my people, my relationships, and my future dreams hurts.
Death, at its core, reminds me that I am not in control. This life is not about my plans. Death is a deep reminder that something is seriously wrong. It pushes us to admit that this world, in its present state, is not where we belong.
So if we don’t belong here, then where do we belong? Where is the place we can settle into without the dread of eviction? This question is ultimately not about a place, but a person: to whom do we belong?
For the Christian, we belong to Him who was raised from the dead. We belong to the One who is victorious over death. We belong to Christ.
Our Scripture today reminds us that we belong to Him who was raised from the dead in order that we may bear fruit for God in this life (Romans 7:4). Our lives here matter. We are called to bear fruit, to invest in those parts of life that last beyond the grave. This is comforting.
Though we will all die in some sort of physical way (unless the Lord returns first), we should not dread death as though it ends everything. As the Lord assures us in Proverbs 1:33, “whoever listens to me will live securely and be undisturbed by the dread of danger.”
Death comes and we are shocked and grieved. We hurt with those who feel the loss. Some of the fruit we grow in this life because of Christ is the peace dwelling secure, without dread, because we know life is ultimately victorious over death.
In Christ, we have a security that keeps us beyond any death.
Written by Jason Tippetts