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The fear of death is natural - but to fear the grave appears fanciful. Death is the enemy of nature. It is the first-born of sin. "By one man SIN entered into the world - and DEATH by sin." Death severs all ties - but one. The band that unites us to Jesus - defies the power of death. It is demanded by justice, and assented to by grace. We must die, except Jesus should come before death. The grave follows death. It receives the body which the soul has forsaken. The poles and canvass of the old tabernacle are laid up there. It is a merciful provision to conceal corruption, and prevent disease. "The grave is my house!" said Job. "Oh, that you would hide me in the grave!" So ho sighed under his sorrows. He did not fear the grave, though the lamp of the gospel was not burning in it then as now.
In the grave, the poor body will be free from all illnesses, aches and pains. There will be no gout, rheumatism, fevers, or cholera there. There will be no strung nerves or weak muscles there. There will be no hunger or thirst there. "For in death the wicked cause no trouble, and the weary are at rest. Even captives are at ease in death, with no guards to curse them. Rich and poor are both there, and the slave is free from his master." Job 3:17-19
It is a quiet resting-place for the poor body which has finished its work, suffered its Lord's will, and is not at present necessary for the soul's happiness or the Lord's service.
"Jesus came to the grave." It was to the grave of Lazarus, in company with Martha, Mary, and his disciples. O Savior, whenever we visit the grave of our friends, or, in thought, visit our own - may you come with us, dissipate the gloom, and surround us with your glory!
Why should we fear the grave? Can it injure us? Will it rob us? Is it really an enemy to us? The effect that the cold clay or damp vault has upon our nerves - is occasioned by the false idea of life or feeling within it. The clay is not colder than the body which it covers, nor the vault more dreary than the corpse which it conceals. We choose our graves; we imagine the elevated spot from which the waters run, on which the sun brightly shines, where the green sward is kept smooth, where the flowers blossom, and the wind sighs through the trees. We direct the inscription to be placed on our headstone; it may refer to the sufferings endured, the station filled, the grace that saved, or, which is perhaps best, it may be a pointed appeal to the reader, hoping to benefit his soul. We exercise our thoughts on these subjects, we sigh, the nerves tremble, and an indefinable but unpleasant sensation is experienced, and a fear of the grave is produced.
But again we ask, Why should we fear the grave? What is there in it to fear? Perhaps it should be the object of desire; I am sure that it should not be the object of fear. We should turn our thoughts from it, and leave it with the Lord. When, how, and by whom we shall be buried, or where our graves shall be - ought not to trouble us for one moment! There are matters of greater importance to engage our attention and occupy our thoughts. If the grave receives us - it cannot hold us, for Jesus is pledged to destroy every grave. His word is, "Oh, grave, I will be your destruction!" Therefore with the apostle we may demand, "Oh, grave, where is your victory?"
But being harassed with fears of the grave, how shall we conquer them? Keep the conscience clear of the guilt of sin. As soon as sin is committed or discovered, lay the hand of faith on Jesus as the great sacrifice for sin, confess it before God, and ask for an immediate pardon for the sake of what Jesus suffered. Ask the Father to honor the blood and obedience of his own Son, by pardoning the sins you have just committed, and to remove the guilt that lies upon your conscience. Guilt is at the root of all slavish fear. You cannot look at death with peace, or into the grave without fear, if there is any guilt upon the conscience. And guilt is like some colors, the longer it lies - the deeper it stains, and the more difficult it is to eradicate it. Therefore never allow guilt to lie upon your conscience - but as soon as ever you detect it - fly to the precious blood of Christ at once, exercise faith in it while you confess your sins, and expect a free and hearty pardon on the ground of it.
Live in the daily realization of your union to Christ. Never rest until you know that you are one with Christ; and having obtained the witness of the Spirit to this great fact live daily realizing it. If you dwell in Christ, and Christ dwells in you; if you are a member of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones, what have you to fear from the grave? If you live, you live in the Lord; or, if you die, you die in the Lord; living or dead, therefore, you are one with Christ.
"I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write this down: Blessed are those who die in the Lord from now on. Yes, says the Spirit, they are blessed indeed, for they will rest from their hard work; for their good deeds follow them!" They die under the Lord's blessing; they are buried under the Lord's blessing; what then is there to fear?
Death or the grave cannot affect our union to Christ. The body is as much united to Christ when moldering in the grave - as when animated by the immortal spirit, and employing its senses and powers in the Lord's service, or as it will be on the resurrection morning, when it rises the exact replica of his own. Glorious truth this! Unspeakable privilege to be one with Jesus - one with him in health and sickness, in life and death, on earth and in the grave, in time and eternity! May I daily live realizing that I am one with Jesus, and I shall never fear either death or the grave.
Seek to have the fact deeply impressed upon the mind, that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. This is your privilege as a believer in Jesus. The Holy Spirit takes possession of us as the property of Jesus. We become his constant residence, his settled dwelling-place, his consecrated temple. When he has once taken possession, he never abandons it. The house may be pulled down, the materials may for a time be laid in the grave; but he claims every dust, and it shall be restored or rebuilt. The materials are the same - but, oh, the change that passes upon them! The temple is the same - but how wonderfully it will be improved!
Let us for a moment or two listen to his inspired apostle on this subject: "But someone may ask, "How are the dead raised? With what kind of body will they come?" So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body! Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed - in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality!"
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