My Hero from Hell

Yes, Death and the Grave momentarily had Jesus in their clutches. They had halted, they thought, his speaking and healing ministries. His one-on-one meetings of reaching people where they were shut down, amusingly they surmised. The fear of them had sent the disciples scurrying for cover as they hid themselves. All was lost.

Well, that’s what our eyes would have seen. Don’t be obsessed with the obvious. You are, perhaps, in a Stranglehold by disease and dastardly conditions of your flesh. You may be on the brink of mental, physical, emotional, spiritual, and financial bankruptcy. Don’t allow that to be the end of your story.

Early on the first day of the week, Jesus got up. All that Death and the Grave could heap on him, he shook off. Steadfastly secured, sacred sacrifice, our Savior got up. No longer in Death’s sleep, he is ready to now take his place as my conquering King. Jesus left the grave so that you and I could also rise above our temporal loss and seek and see eternity.

Death thought it was victor, but was vanquished in quick fashion by our Savior who now holds the keys to Death and the Grave. It’s the Master’s key because he will unlock and open up our graves one day and usher us into Eternal Life. No more to have meddlesome ALS to contend with; we’ll walk into Jerusalem just like John. Smile.

I must stop here. I hope I have whetted your appetite for the the good life. Our weeping may last, relatively speaking, for a night. But soon, one morning… Simplysaidbysimon, get ready to fly away without ALS – Always Living Scared.