was a good man.
really liked him. A lot.
do we hear words like these? No matter the religion or the beliefs to which
one held, these words are common in the aftermath of one’s passing. Then,
sooner or later, “their memory is forgotten”
where it all ends?
often ask classes, “How many of you know who your grandparents are?” Most
would raise their hands. “How about your great grandparents?” A few would
raise their hands. “How about your great-great grandparents?” Rarely would a
hand go up. Unless we are really into genealogy (as my mother is), most of
us will likely not even know the names of our great grandparents and beyond.
As much as I love my grandchildren, I know they will have children, who will
have children, who will likely never know my name (but for the novelty of an
cheery thought, right? That depends on your perspective.
Robert Ingersoll opined at his brother’s graveside that “every life, no
matter if its every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with a
joy, will, at its close, become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be
woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death.” As he put it, one passes
to “silence and pathetic dust.”
Bertrand Russell, in Why I Am Not a Christian, wrote, “That man is the
product of causes which had no provision of the end they were achieving;
that his origin, his growth, his hopes and fears, his loves and his beliefs,
are but the outcome of accidental collections of atoms; that no fire, no
heroism, no intensity of thought and feeling, can preserve an individual
life beyond the grave; that all labour of the ages, all the devotion, all
the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to
extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple
of Man’s achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a
universe in ruins…” This “firm foundation of unyielding despair” is where we
must build our lives, according to Russell.
it? Nothing? No hope? No real meaning? We just die and we’ll never know we
lived at all? We’re just destined to extinction? Years from now, our names
may or may not appear in some genealogical list. Perhaps if we wrote a book
or two, or did some noteworthy thing in this world, some may hear our names.
But by then, that’s just noise — the sound of words with no personal
connection any more. Are we done?
Or is there
more? Indeed, there is more: “but rejoice that your names are recorded in
have no reason to take such a dim view of life. There is no “unyielding
despair” for the child of God who knows that there is a “living hope through
the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,” an “inheritance” that is
“imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for
We live for
hope. We die in hope. The power of hope keeps us moving, working, growing,
and loving. We can “exult in hope,” for even after going through trials,
thereby growing in perseverance and character, we know that “hope does not
such hope, Paul could say, “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain”
He could speak of being “clothed with our dwelling from heaven,” desiring
that the “mortal will be swallowed up by life,” and affirm that God prepared
us for this very purpose
(2 Cor. 5:1-5).
the resurrection of Christ and the hope it provides, we may also know that
our labor in the Lord is not in vain
(1 Cor. 15:58).
This is why our faith in the resurrected Lord is vital. Without it, we are
back to nothing, a faith that is in vain
Since faith stands under hope (Heb.
we cannot gut our faith without also ripping out our hope.
is always ours. We can choose to believe that we will pass into “silence and
pathetic dust,” or we can accept that Jesus was raised on our behalf and
that our mortal will put on immortality. We can choose life or death
(cf. Deut. 30).
We can choose hope or despair.
died and was raised to give us that hope. Don’t let that great love from Him
be in vain toward us. There is one “hope of your calling”
by Doy Moyer
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