Grave News


If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men. (1 Corinthians 15:19)

A while back there was this Christian musician named Andrae Crouch. He wrote a song that was very popular at the time, a sentimental testimony whose chorus went like this:

If heaven never was promised to me
Neither God’s promise to live eternally
It’s been worth just having the Lord in my life

Simple. Heartfelt. And total crapola. Anybody who seriously believes that a one-shot Jesus would be something to be thankful for is full of it. If he’s only a buddy in this life, then Buddha’s a better religious bet. Buddha’s less demanding, enjoys eating, and a lot cuter too.

Worth just knowing Jesus just in this life? Hell no. Triple hell no. The Apostle Paul may get a little wordy at times; he may waft transcendent more often than is advisable; he may even get a little miffy about his apostolic ranking every so often; but the man definitely had no time for some lame Christ-inanity that keeps dead people dead. I agree. Let me put it bluntly: if the Jew Boy can’t raise me from the dead, you can take his job and shove it.

Look, you can play touchy feely Jesus if you want to, but I’m not into this because the Jew makes me feel good about myself. I’m not into this thing because God’s worthy of worship. I’m not into this because Jesus loved me and gave his life for me. I’m not even into this thing because I’m forgiven of my very few modest transgressions. All this may be true, but if the Fred that I am winks out forever anyway, then screw God. Screw it all. I mean it. If God isn’t planning on keeping me around, then he can look for his hallelujahs from the angelic hired help. As Paul advises, I’m gonna eat, drink, and party until the fat dead Buddha sings.

Point blank: I’m into the Jesus thing because I believe (and hope like crazy) that this Jesus is the Man who is going to raise me up from the dead. I’m banking that he’s got both the power and authority to kick death’s cold ass and yank me up from the primal nothingness. I see no other contenders for the crown. You can keep your Zens, your Allahs, and your various cosmic enlightenments. My chips are all in on the Jew.

I believe Jesus is the Son of God. I believe his sacrifice won my forgiveness and righteousness. I believe there is a right way to live. Shoot, I even believe in the gonzo reality of the Holy Ghost. But all that’s so much religious fluff compared to the ground zero conviction that the resurrection of Jesus means I’m going blow this joint with my soul intact.

Amen, baby. A-freaking-men.


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