And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God.
The same ones may also believe that God is a joke.
They may believe that only seeing is believing—and who has ever seen a person rise from the dead? Don’t all the graves covered with undisturbed grass testify that the dead stay dead?
Does that mean that Easter is a joke? Is a handful of jelly beans the best that the day offers?
Job knew better than that. So do we.
Easter announces that graves will be emptied. Easter tells us: “You will see God!”
Wonderful news for us! Frightening news for those who have been fooled.
The biggest joke played upon the human race is the fake news that the dead stay dead. This is often prefaced by the lie: “God is dead!”
We must feel sad for those who believe Satan’s lies. We must feel sorry for those who think God is a joke and death has no end. We cannot wish them, “Happy Easter!” Easter will never be a happy day for them. Unless…
Unless a miracle occurs. Unless the living God brings the dead soul to life, even as he brought life to the dead body of Jesus.
Can he do that? He did that to us, did he not? How else can we explain that we who were dead in trespasses and sins now live in faith and forgiveness?
How else can we declare with Job: “I know that my Redeemer lives!”? How would we know proof-positive that we will live with him; that our soul will never die; that our lifeless body will return to us perfect and glorified? How else could we say without a doubt: “Yet in my flesh I will see God”?
Easter does not beg us to believe the message of the empty grave. Easter debunks unbelief. Easter shouts out to the believer, “Because he lives, you will live also!”
Some had spread the rumor that his disciples had stolen the body of Jesus from the grave. Angels were sent to set the record straight. “He is not here. He is risen. Come, see the place where he lay.”
By the working of the Holy Spirit our eyes of faith have done that. We accepted the invitation of the angels. We have seen the evidence. We know death cannot hold us.
We walk away from Easter happy.
I know that my Redeemer lives; What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead; He lives my ever-living Head!
He lives and grants me daily breath; He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare; He lives to bring me safely there. Amen.
Christian Worship 152:1,7