Perhaps

 

Perhaps

John 20:7 “And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself.8 Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed.”

Matthew 27:52 “And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose,53 And came out of the graves after his resurrection, and went into the holy city, and appeared unto many.”

1 Thessalonians 4:14 “For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him”.

     It is no big wonder that Jesus came back from death.  I mean, He’s God.  He does what He wants.  But what of the other passages accounting ones who did or will rise with Him?

     This body of death has only seen decay.  No doctor has offered me hope in the mending power of youth.  “Got a bad knee?  Here let’s turn back a time machine.”  No, entropy takes its toll in running a process downhill to a less orderly state.  Upon conception and subsequent birth, my body was highly structured.  Now, I am frustrated in attempting to keep my elements together.

     At age fifty-four, this body I have known has become foreign to me.  Changes wrought put my hands at odds with my recollection of them.  Their age is like a weathered tree, gnarled bark exposed to the sun showing the creases thereof.  What was limber in their dexterity now strain to exercise at the joints.  If ever a limb told a story, my hands could speak.

     Will God ever?  What I see before me is so discouraging.  A vessel breaking, I am hoping to hold His spirit till eighty-five or so.  Chips fall off.  Cracks about the base threaten the integrity.  Somehow the glaze fixes the seal holding my antiqued shape.

     He promises new.  This mortal will put on immortality.  He will not suffer this frame to see dust forever. Up from the ashes, He will draw.

     I will run.  Again, I will run.  I will run to Him. 

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