Our God makes the dead rise. It isn’t an abstract thought or concept. It isn’t a philosophical metaphor. There are certain scripture passages that strike me (1 KGS 17:17-24, GAL 1:11-19, LK 7:11-17) because they center around one of the defining qualities of God – He breathes life into what was once lifeless. He animates what was still. Our God rescues us from death.
At the core of our faith – of our hope – lies this incredible truth. God rescued us, is rescuing us, and will rescue us. Death is not the end. So often we fight against this fact. Sometimes, we do it explicitly.
We give up hope for a world that could value life.
We walk away from a teen’s funeral questioning a God that would allow it.
We feel broken and lifeless and a sinister voice whispers, “You will always be this way…”
And we believe it.