Nov 24 2006
The amount of silence was extremely unusual. Occassional mummering could be heard – mummering of disbelief. Even though many knew what would unfold, seeing it in reality was brutally difficult. The Father had turned His eyes. The Son was dead. Satan looked victorious. Yet the team broadcasting the event in heaven continued the coverage. It seemed almost inhumane, or in this case, ungodly. Who actually wanted to dwell on this loss?
On and on. Words and more words. Critique and analysis. But eventually, the citizens of heaven saw something that no one on earth did. The dead-and-buried Jesus twitched. The broadcast team kept showing replays. Not too long later, more movement was detected. The murmuring grew into whispers and the whispers into a dull roar. Was Jesus really on the move?
Some people were reminded of games they’d seen broadcast on earth. Countless sporting events had been watched by the citizens of heaven. Was this the Ultimate come-from-behind victory in the making? As the excitement of the announcers increased, neighbors called neighbors. The frenzy was building. And then the call came. The announcer himself said it best.
“Ladies and gentlemen – all saints in heaven, what we’ve seen here has been the most miraculous development of all eternity. We’ve seen Jesus showing signs of life after being as dead as anyone can be. And — wait a minute, Oh, Father, am I seeing this right!? The burial cloth is unraveling!! And, perhaps the firm grip of death.” It was at this point that pandemonium began breaking loose. “HE’S UP! HE’S UP! JESUS IS UP! And He is healed! He’s healed! He’s alive!!! No bruises, no blood, no weariness!!! HE’S UP!!! He’s defeated death! He’s alive!!”
Were it not for the new bodies, the saints had been given, the noise level in heaven would have been deafening. The streets heaved with the stampede of people. The trees shook in the wind of the yelling. The laughter and cheering seemed to infuse euphoria into the citizens.
Nothing like it had ever been seen. This was not a mere game; it was death. And it had been defeated. Like a coach who is praised after the victory, the Father was showered with the holy Gatorade of the saints – praise to His greatness.
Games on earth wow us. We go nuts when our team pulls off the upset. And we are rightly filled with euphoria when it happens. But our bodies are limited in the capacity to which they can experience joy on earth. The scale and stakes of life prevailing over death are far greater than any game we’ll ever watch. It makes sense that heaven is a happy place! No come-from-behind victory we ever see on earth will compare to what happened on that day 2,000 years ago. Have you seen it?