I still ponder how much more effective we would be in preaching the Gospel to our neighbors if we showed them--even with our landscape around us that we are more than a community group. We're a Kingdom--a Kingdom that spans the ages and includes the dead and the unborn, mighty as an army with banners....
I wonder if we might be able to speak more honestly to a people scared to death of death with a visible sign that we know what death is too. We hate it too.
But we haven't forgotten our dead. We're just waiting for them--and for us--to hear one last invitation hymn. And when those quiet little mounds begin bursting, with headstones flying about, and clap of thunder resounds across the sky.
Then we'll know what we're talking about when we say, "Man, this church is alive."