As I await the rising of the sun this Easter morning, my thoughts are on how the Resurrection of Jesus Christ puts life into perspective. In a few days I begin chemo treatments for cancer. Part of me says I should be afraid, that “cancer” is the name of one of our fiercest enemies. Yet I find no particular fear or worry in my heart: He is risen! All else is detail. The older I get — and therefore closer to death — the more clearly I can see that death is but a steppingstone to a whole new level of life. The grave is open ended!
More easily each year do I believe what Paul wrote to the Christians in Rome:
“What then are we to say about these things? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not withhold his own Son, but gave him up for all of us, will he not with him also give us everything else? Who will bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? It is Christ Jesus, who died, yes, who was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who indeed intercedes for us.
“Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, “For your sake we are being killed all day long; we are accounted as sheep to be slaughtered.”
“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord”.(Romans 8:31-39).
He is risen! He is risen, indeed. Hope cannot be overcome by despair, light by darkness, love by hate. What then have we to fear? Thanks be to God!