Come alive

 

Quoting:  John Crowder

In that forgotten closet of Earth, something began to move. Deep in the core of those silent membranes of flesh, a stirring began. Perhaps it started with a hum. Perhaps it happened with a flash, a bang or a thunderclap. But one by one, each and every individual cell in that lifeless body began to vibrate. Those cells began to bounce and bend again. They started to twirl and dance and sing and come alive.

We don’t know where it comes from, or exactly where it’s going. But this ever-coursing torrent of resurrection power got its hands on us that day. It snatched us clean up from that cold stone slab. It shot through us like an ethereal voltage – running solvent through our clotted veins and putting goose bumps back on our
clammy skin. It’s the energeon that holds us together this very moment.

The limp frustration of mortality was swallowed up in immortality. In an instant, everything had changed. sorrow was eclipsed by ecstasy. A holocaust became a holiday. A fast turned into a festival. When the last curtain call came in, we found that light really did have the power over darkness. That life is indestructible. Love is unquenchable.

Why should it be thought a thing incredible with you, that God should raise the dead?

God Himself is the Breath of Life. The unstoppable flame of charity. The joie de vivre. The flat announcement of the gospel is that we don’t have to die unless we want to. For love is as jealous as the grave. Death’s sting has been rendered impotent. And the saints can live forever.