All That From a Dead Mouse

Last night another mouse couldn’t resist the peanut butter (I guess it’s like drinking the Kool-Aid…). And I found it in the trap.
Very little in life causes us to recoil like death. It can be disgusting, like my mouse, or saddening or infuriating or devastating. Death awakens some of our strongest emotions as human beings. And the threat of death unlocks some of the greatest heroism and some of the greatest cowardice of which we are capable. But whether we fight or cower, death, eventually, always wins and we are always left the loser. And yet, something deep inside rebels against death as though it were…unnatural.
It is as though we were not created to die. As though our very being is locked in a struggle with this evil of dying…if only we realized that all evil, by its nature, must end in death. Perhaps then we would also understand that we were created for perfection. We were made for the beauty of holiness. We have been designed for heaven, to live forever with God.
And this is what Jesus was offering when He called for all who are the thirsty to come and drink living water that would yield eternal life. That water is Christ, Himself. So, let us come, believe in His death and resurrection as fully sufficient to make us accepted by God and drink of the living water.
Then we will understand Paul’s triumph, “O death where is your sting? O grave, where is your victory?”