I’ve been thinking a lot about death lately. It constantly invades my consciousness, and when it retreats it still lurks in the shadows of my mind, ready to pounce again. It’s always there.
I don’t just mean the cessation of biological life. I’m talking Death with a capital D, Death the Great Enemy, Death the Destroyer of all that is good, all that is Life. The sort of Death portrayed in those early stories of Genesis and recalled in Isaiah and John and Paul: “death” as the consequence of human disobedience of the divine will, the result of human disregard for the divine design, the “wages of sin”; “death” expanded as a comprehensive accursedness, encompassing shame, hostility, oppression, futility, separation, pain, and yes, the cessation of biological life. It is all this Death that has been much on my mind – and I’d like to register a protest.
Death, I am done with you. I want nothing more to do with you. I’m tired of experiencing futility in my life and seeing it in the eyes of so many others. I’m weary of navigating the waters of human hostility, of negotiating the chasms of broken relationship, of standing helpless in the face of oppression as power crushes weakness. I’m finished with pain and suffering of all kinds, breaking body and soul and heart and spirit and mind, spiralling down, down, down toward that final separation, that last oppression, the last breath vanishing in death.
Leave me alone! Leave us all alone!
But I know you won’t. You will haunt my dreams, you will hunt me day and night, you will hound me until you capture me in your cold embrace, sucking life from the marrow of my being.
And that will be your undoing.
For you have been defeated, haven’t you? You have failed before. And you know it, don’t you, Death? You whipped Him with all the enmity you could muster, multiplying pain with pain; you crushed Him in the downward press of shame; you divided body and soul, stretching Father from Son from Spirit as you squeezed the life from His frail frame. But you failed. Ha! You failed! He lives again! He lives! And hostility has been changed to forgiveness, oppression has morphed into victory and vindication, shame has turned to glory, the separated has been reconciled - death has been swallowed up by life!
So where, O vaunted Death, is your victory? Where, O Death so feared, is your sting? O Death, once so powerful, you stand before us naked, cold, shivering, shamed! You who oppressed kings have been subjugated by Love! You who tormented slaves have been enslaved by Life! You who wrapped God’s image-bearers in futility are now futile yourself – the greatest insult, for you have been made meaningless, void of any significance!
So go ahead, Death, do your worst. Bombard me with shame and hostility, oppression and futility. Shell me with pain and separation, with breath-sucking death. Haunt my dreams, hunt me day and night, hound me until you capture me in your cold embrace. For in that moment, in all those moments of death until that final death, you will be thwarted once again. Life will win, love will conquer all - because Life has already won, Love has already conquered: the Crucified One is the Risen One, the Dying Servant is the Lord of Life…

