“Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”
The Apostle Paul, 1 Corinthians 15:55
For me, as a believer, the personal sting of death has been swallowed up in the victory that Christ Jesus won on the cross. Praise God for that victory! In that hope, I can endure. I can go on. I know where my final home is.
So where is the sting? I’ll tell you. It’s in the tear stained face of a young man who lost his mom this week. It’s in the weary eyes of a teacher who yet again has to face students struggling far too early with the harsh realities of life in this fallen world. It’s in the hurt I see in my wife countless times a day when something in our house makes her think of her aunt that left us earlier this year. It’s in the voice of my mom as she talks about how my aunt is dealing with the loss of her husband a few weeks ago. There is literally no where I turn that I’m not faced, daily, with the sting. It’s very real.
Death still stings. And it hurts. What do you say? What possibly do you say when you’re constantly dealing with this hurt?
Maranatha…come Lord Jesus.
One day, the sting will be fully swallowed up.