This week in church we talked about death.
What if death wasn't the last thing? What if it was the second to last thing?
It was Easter Sunday, so the main point of the sermon was about Easter and salvation-like things, but this phrase caught my attention. I love this concept of taking something that previously seemed so final, so immovable, and maybe scary, and just saying, "nope, it doesn't end there."
Where do we think we have an ending? What is scary and final and foreboding? What if it's actually something that could be defeated? What if it's the beginning of something else?
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