Where, O death, is your victory?

Where, O death, is your sting? (1 Corinthians 15:55/ Hosea 13:14).

The Emperor is naked.

The Great and Powerful Oz is a little man in a special effects booth.

The sixth-grade bully has a glass jaw.

Beloved, the terror of a thousand generations is powerless before Jesus. Death has been defeated by the Author of Life. Yes, people still pass away, and these bodies of flesh still fail and fall and crumble–and it hurts us and the people we love. That hurt can be unfathomable, crushing, unbearable in our own strength.

But 

We who are in Christ know that death cannot keep us, the grave cannot hold us, and when our Lord calls us, we will be “clothed with the imperishable.” 

We will rise, and there’s not a thing death can do about it.

Happy Wednesday, Beloved