One Year Gone

The last time I saw my Mom in person she told me that “the future is always glorious for a Christian.” This week, I read with interest the following from Peter Leithart:

Resurrection does indeed follow the cross and swallows up the sorrow in astonished surprise and joy, but, as David Bentley Hart has argued, the light of the resurrection intensifies the pain of death by destroying the comforting illusions of ancient resignation…resurrection “opens up another, still deeper kind of pain: it requires of faith something even more terrible than submission before the violence of being and acceptance of fate,” thus throwing the believer “out upon the turbid seas of boundless hope and boundless hunger.” …though the resurrection opens up possibilities that could not even be imagined by ancient man, it also promises the fulfillment of those possibilities. If it provokes unimagined hunger, it also gives hope for unimagined satisfaction. Through its moment of cross and death, the story remains ultimately comic, finally and decisively comic, wildly and insanely comic.”

Mom was right, the future is always glorious for the Christian. “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”








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2 thoughts on “One Year Gone”

  1. Ha ha! Good question. I just Googled Tarkenton and Kramer and it wasn’t one of them, so I guess it is an invented QB number.

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