I was leaving the pulpit of Court Street Church to go to a position with the general church. Knowing that any pastor worth his pulpit would never invite a church bureaucrat to preach on Easter Sunday, I had no idea how long it would be until I would have the joy and privilege of preaching on Easter morning once again. That Sunday, I shared the experience of my preacher-brother with a clergy friend who lost his son in a tragic accident. His friend replied, Yes, Jim, there is. The next time you preach on the resurrection, thump that Bible once for me.
Death is swallowed up in victory.