A good friend of mine, Jeff Shood, is back in Washington DC this week doing business. Yesterday, we were pinging a few emails back and forth trying to find a time to connect over lunch. In one of his emails he sent me this photo of Arlington National Cemetery. I looked at the photo and I wrote back to Jeff, “What sacrifices so many people have made so that we might live free!” The photo alone is inspirational, I can only imagine the full gravity of what Jeff felt as he walked through the cemetery where marker after marker represented a precious human life who gave their life for the sake of their country.
As I looked at the photo it made me think of another peculiar grave. This particular grave is odd because it has no headstone, no marker, and it doesn’t even contain human remains. The grave I’m thinking about is the one that held Jesus for only 3 days before the power of His indestructible life overcame death and He rose liberated from death to stand as the supreme Liberator of any who trust Him to free them from death. I look at this picture of Arlington and I’m thankful for the ultimate sacrifice of each person, but I also think of Romans 5: 6- 8 which says, “At just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
It’s one thing to die for a noble cause, or for a cause that you’re convinced is noble, it’s another thing completely to not only die for sinners (people who are trying their best to run from you and even fight against you) but to also come back from the dead and offer those very same rebels a new life.