I had one of my old classmates from high school pass away this week. I took it hard, to say the least.
As much as I tend to remember the bad about high school, I knew there was a lot of good, too. And this person was one of them.
One of the more wry reasons I believe in Jesus is because he is the original resurrection. When Martha, the brother of Lazarus, weeps over her brother’s death in the Book of John, and essentially blaming Jesus for not coming earlier to save him (Jesus’ healing powers were well-known at this time), she tells him that despite her sadness, she believes God will give Jesus anything he asks for.
Jesus tells her: “I am the Resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he may yet die, shall live.” And then he asks her: “Do you believe this?”
Belief is a funny thing sometimes. It’s easy to believe that death is real. But when it is close to home, it is always really real, and really terrifying. That’s how I feel now – just a bit terrified, more than a terribly sad.
My comfort is the same as Martha’s, though: “I do.”
I’m sure I’ll do my share of weeping. I’m sure that I’ll be waiting a long time to find true peace. But I do believe that at the end of that time, I’ll get the miracle of a lifetime.
Rest in Peace, my old colleague. Until we meet again.