How Death Makes the Resurrection Real

We know that Jesus’ resurrection means our sins are forgiven, but what does His death mean for us when we’re facing heartache? We have hope because death makes the resurrection real!

An Unexpected Death

I thought I understood the resurrection. Then, on an Easter Monday, my father unexpectedly passed away. I had experienced death before, but nothing like this. My dad was such a big part of our lives. God used his faith to bring my husband, Angelo, and me to faith. He suggested that Angelo go to seminary after he became a Christian. Then he handed over his church’s youth group into our fresh-from-the-wild-world hands. To top it off, he and my mom invited us and our growing family to live with them.

My dad brought us to faith, found my husband a job, and gave us a place to live. Oh … and then he and I wrote a book together about how God changed us so that we could love each other and live by faith. He was a big part of every part of our lives. Then, despite our many prayers for his healing, he died a week after heart bypass surgery in Spain.

The Shocking Reality

His death was a shocking reality. There were no signs from heaven to tell us all was well. There was just a whispered, “I love you,” and then he was gone. I remember saying to my sister, “How do we know it’s all really true?” The truest thing about that moment seemed to be the silent hospital room—no more monitors or beeps—and his lifeless body.

But the habits of a lifetime matter—one of mine is reading the Bible. So, I decided to read John’s account of Jesus’s resurrection. As I read those ancient words, I remember thinking, This sounds true. There were so many details—a lifeless body, 75 lbs. of spices, a garden, a never-used tomb, and then an empty tomb. Burial cloths were neatly folded. Messengers from God stood guard. And then Jesus Himself—looking like a gardener, but His voice was unmistakable. He called Mary by name and then she knew Him—Jesus who was really dead and now was and is alive forevermore.

But What Does It Mean?

The church has been thinking about the meaning of the resurrection ever since. We know that Jesus’s resurrection meant that our many sins of commission and omission are truly and forever forgiven. We know that the resurrection means that Jesus’s death was not one more death of one more failed Messiah, but that He was and is God Himself seated at the right hand of the Father, interceding for us, and will one day bring us home.

But what did Jesus’s resurrection mean for my family in our suddenly and finally quiet hospital room? My brother, Paul, and I talked a lot about the resurrection that week. One thing he said I have never forgotten: “Jesus was like a rocket bursting through a stone mountain to the open sky.” I liked that image of Jesus breaking up the stony crust of death and making the only way through.

The Comfort We All Need

The comfort I needed right then (and now) was that I knew one person who made it through death to life. And how amazing that He made a way to life, not just for Himself, but for all who trust in Him. Because Jesus rose from the dead, I could believe that the final word in my dad’s life would not be death, or the grave where we laid him, but life forever.

Joni Eareckson Tada in her book Heaven, talks about the wonders of DNA and how each cell of our bodies carries the whole genetic code of our body. So our resurrection can start with just one cell. What a grand picture of the last day, when the trumpet shall sound and all who believe will be gathered from the north, the south, the east, and the west, from oceans and fields, from mountains and valleys, from graveyards and battlefields.

Our family has faced other quiet hospital rooms since my father’s. But none sadder than the room where our 33-year-old son passed away after a short struggle with cancer. Despite our many prayers, Jesus called his name, and he was gone. There were no signs from Heaven that day, but how thankful I am for the one sign from Heaven that will stand through eternity—Jesus standing in the garden, healed and whole, in the flesh, calling Mary’s name. I know He called our son’s name, and Gabe rose to life forever. I’m waiting to hear Him call my name. What a day that will be!

He Is Risen Indeed!

In our church on Easter Sunday the pastor says, “Christ has risen.” And we all respond, “He is risen indeed.” We have no better sign and no bigger hope.

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