There is a radiance about him that makes him look younger than when he died. He has a peace and serenity about him that is palpable. Once again Lazarus begins to laugh. There is no death really. Death is not the end, it's not an abyss or the entrance into nothingness or chaos or punishment.
Death is a portal, a passageway into deeper and brighter life.
There is only life, sisters, nothing but life. The grave is not what you think it is. Karl Barth's question comes again. When I Lay Down on It , he tells of a visit to Greece and of meeting Dr. Alexander Papaderos, teacher of Greek culture, politician, doctor of philosophy and a remarkably complete human being. On the island of Crete, next to the mass graves of Germans and Cretans who fought each other so bitterly in World War II, Papaderos has founded an institute for peace which has become the source of bridge-building between the two countries.