Today I preached from John 11 where Jesus raises Lazarus from the dead. The chapter talked a lot about the emotions associated with death.
It reminded me of a photo of a painting I did 3 months after my Dad died. Here is the photo of the painting. It is quite dark.
Death’s no friend whatever mask it wears.
It breaks our fragile worlds apart
and in the hearts of each of us
plants grief and fear. (A poem by Bruce Smith)
According to the Bible death is not good,
we should groan about it,
but we have hope because Jesus has defeated it.