Not everybody is on board with the afterlife – assuming that once our bodies are dead, we are completely gone. Well, here is the good news: a person is way more than just a physical appearance (a good thing to remember if you happen to struggle with yours). The soul is the part of us that passes on, the body is the part that is buried in the ground.
If you are skeptical of the claim that there is an “eternal human soul”, then the terminology “spiritually dead” will probably make even less sense. Maybe it’s helpful to think of a spiritually dead person as a human being without a conscience. We all are born with one. If we succeed in overriding this God-given inner compass we’ll end up spiritually dead. Despite our physical heart still beating, we have no heart.
In matters of the heart, the Christmas story “How the Grinch stole Christmas” comes to mind. The author Dr. Seuss wrote about his main character, the Grinch:
“The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.”
A heart two sizes too small is bad news. We need to get a little love in our hearts – and not just around the Christmas season.
Without roots, a plant withers and dies; rootless, we as human beings will have a hard time. Our need for God is elementary. We came from God, that’s why we need to return to Him to be complete.
Jesus’s resurrection is an amazing milestone in the history of mankind. When Jesus was resurrected His body and soul were reunited, and He was restored to the Trinity; the same will happen to us when we believe in Him.
Jesus’ ministry on Earth was drawing to a close when He began predicting His upcoming arrest. He was on the road to Jerusalem where He would face certain death, but He still kept on walking; His mind was made up. Approaching Jerusalem, Jesus addressed the crowd with the following words (Luke 9:24):
“For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will save it.”
True to His own word, Jesus did not defend Himself when He was arrested. He did not hold on to His own life when He was nailed to the cross. And so He died. On the morning of the third day after His execution something incredibly wonderful happened: Jesus emerged from the tomb. To everybody’s amazement He came back to life.
Human beings are invited to follow Jesus’ footsteps. As we stop defending ourselves we let God defend us. God saves us – but He saves us His way. Our way of saving ourselves is self-defense. God’s way of saving us is giving up self-defense.
Entrusting our lives into God’s capable hands we will receive a much better life in return: Life Eternal.
Jesus died so we can live.
Finding the Lord is finding life. Living life in His presence, it begins to dawn on us how much He loves us.
Our Heavenly Father believes in us – so much so that He bet His Son’s life on it and poured out His Spirit all over the earth to show us the way home. The Trinity has fully invested in us withholding nothing and giving everything. I believe this is why the apostle John wrote in his gospel (John 3:16)
John 3:16: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
The beauty of our homecoming is thanks to enduring faith: God believes in us, and we believe in Him.
If there is such a thing as muscle memory, then the memory of congestive heart failure is indelibly written into my heart muscle. My heart remembers and my body remembers. My body also remembers the time when all my organs worked seamlessly. Unfortunately, this physical reality is not meant to last, which I find very frustrating.
When I was a little girl I loved to watch Sesame Street. Glued to the television set, I enjoyed their show. I especially liked Oscar the Grouch and his song “I love Trash”:
“I have here a sneaker that’s tattered and worn It’s all full of holes and the laces are torn A gift from my mother the day I was born I love it because it’s trash
Oh, I love trash!”
Oscar the Grouch loves trash, and in a sense we all do. We are trashy people of sorts because we tend to hang on to things that do not last, our health included.
Without wanting to sound like Debbie Downer, nobody is exempt from death; we all have to deal with this part of life sooner or later. The good news is: we are recyclable. Our bodies may fall apart, but thank God! Our souls are in for the long haul; our souls live forever.
If we call death a major dysfunction, then Jesus has come to restore us to functionality – Jesus is the Resurrection and the Life. It is faith that turns trash into gold. Futility and meaninglessness evaporates by the touch of His hand.
My heart is set on eternity. I embrace the Lord in my thoughts, and He gives me life that defies death – He is the strength of my being.