“I am the living one. I died, but look- I am alive forever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and the grave.” 1:18
I love this other-worldy moment John gets with Jesus. He’s not just Jesus of Nazareth, suddenly preaching from the Temple and speaking in parables. He’s a holy figure, with a sword coming out of his mouth, holding the keys to life and death.
My son asked me tonight why old people don’t like being called old.
“Well. It reminds them that they’re dying.”
So many things that we reject or fear are things that point towards our impending death. For years, I could hardly look at older people, let alone engage with them. It was my way of trying to exercise control over my fear of vulnerability that comes with old age.
Meanwhile, Jesus is over there jangling the keys to the prison we’ve gotten ourselves in. He’s not limited by death anymore.
What would your life look like if you didn’t let death limit it?
How can you live like that now, remembering that God has conquered death and extends you everlasting hope?
(Bethany gives a great intro to this book, including links to the Bible Project video!)