DEAD is dead!
The ‘dead’ man who walked among the living
By Steve Hall
I always thought that dead was dead.
But ... but now I’ve seen a dead man. Well, no, not exactly.
Saturday in the Octave of Easter
Acts 4:13-21
Mark 16:9-15
It was just a week ago.
I always thought that dead was dead.
But ... but now I’ve seen a dead man. Well, no, not exactly. He wasn’t a dead man. He was a living man ... A living man who had once been a dead man.
Not just a little bit dead but morally, ethically, spiritually, physically, positively, absolutely, undeniably, and reliably dead. At least that’s what some thought. That’s what I thought. He was not just merely dead; he was most sincerely dead.
But ... But I saw him.
It was just a bit more than a week ago. I saw it myself from afar—a viscous contest. And Death appeared to be the winner. So we buried him. Sealed the tomb. Went home to weep a flood of tears to hide from our shock. The authorities were satisfied. Finally, he was certifiably dead.
But then, just a couple of days later, I was among those to see him, this ‘dead’ man who now walked among the living.
That was a week ago.
Others have seen him since.
It has taken me a while, but now I know.
DEAD is dead!