Now You See Me, Now You Don't
Now You See Me, Now You Don’t
John 2:19 “Jesus answered and said unto
them, Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.”
Matthew 27:52 “And the graves were opened; and
many bodies of the saints which slept arose,”
Acts 1:3 “To whom also he shewed himself
alive after his passion by many infallible proofs, being seen of them forty
days, and speaking of the things pertaining to the kingdom of God:”
Acts 1:9 “And when he had spoken these
things, while they beheld, he was taken up; and a cloud received him out of
their sight.”
I don’t’ have a problem with this. It is easy for me to believe that Jesus rose
from the dead. I recently attended a funeral.
The loving one lay there in the casket as many passed by. She was thoroughly dead, and I was thoroughly
convinced she could climb out at the Lord’s command. When He said in Romans to believe in my heart
that He rose from the dead, it was a no brainer for me.
What would I do if my sister Sherri
knocked on my door today in a body twenty-five years old in her prime? Would I be taken back? Surely.
It would be the event of the year. I had seen her body wither from cancer. The waxed shell I scarcely recognized
anymore. Her passing was marked by hospice
nurses taking her final pulse.
Could Jesus do it? Yes! I
would like to see my mother again. I
would introduce her to my family she has never met. How proud she would be seeing the people they
have become! But like Jesus, then I saw
her, then I didn’t. She lay in the casket
peacefully. My grandmother cried out for
her to wake up then my grandfather asked the funeral director for privacy. They buried her in the ground. Only pictures remind me of her face for
memories fade and times change.
What we read in the Revelation is a
different Jesus. One like the Son of man,
hairs white as snow and eyes a flame of fire.
Quite transfigured, John sees Him in His glorified state. No wimpy Jesus. The Church now understood Him as the
conqueror, bigger than Ceasar.
Maybe it is more important to see them
then not. God prepares a better
presentation. Like a master chef, the rigors
of the kitchen are finalized upon a decorated plate. What we once saw we leave behind as we behold
the finished work.
I would remember her wrinkles no longer. Her frailties and imperfections would slip
away. A perfect spirit radiating through windows of her being. Is it worth it? Can I give her to God for a while as He crafts perfection? Then I saw see her,
but now I not. Time casts its cold
shadow on my soul, but God promises a warm reuniting in the end.
My mother knew Jesus. Passing into death, she sleeps with Him. I will see her again as Jesus displays His
power in the resurrection.
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