Some of you might remember that I wrote about Troy back in December. At the time, he was facing terminal cancer. At the time I wrote,
This past weekend, I led singing for a baptism service. It was for a man named Troy. Troy wanted to make a profession of faith about his love for Jesus, above all else. He also wanted to tell his kids that God is a better Father than he will ever be. “So when I’m gone,” Troy said, “remember this day.”
I also wrote,
I’m following the example of Troy. I want to serve God now. I want to worship God now, instead of idols, in the wilderness of our world.
Troy died this week and went to be with Jesus in eternity. As I reflected on Troy’s life and how to worship in this wilderness, I was reminded of something else I wrote, after my son died. I want to share it with you as we remember the testimony of Troy Mann and follow his example in walking with Jesus through the valley of the shadow of death…
Life moves on. I get up in the morning and put my pants on, one leg at a time. I eat my cereal and drive to work just like everyone else. As I watch the faces of the other drivers, I wonder, “What they are thinking about?”.
The death of a loved one changes us in too many ways to count. And now as I look again at the faces of the people driving past me on the way work, I realize at least one thing my son’s death has enabled me to do…
It enables me to give death “the finger”.
You might be shocked that I would say that. But stay with me…at my son’s funeral, we sang Matt Mahr’s song, “Christ is Risen”. The bridge is taken directly from Paul in 1 Corinthians where he paraphrases Isaiah 25:8 and Hosea 13:14. He writes about the resurrection…
THEN THE SAYING THAT IS WRITTEN WILL COME TRUE: “DEATH HAS BEEN SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY.”
“WHERE, O DEATH, IS YOUR VICTORY?
WHERE, O DEATH, IS YOUR STING?”
As we sang, Sara and I raised our hands to worship the Lord of Life, but as we did that, I instinctively turned my open hand into a fist. I wasn’t just praising God, I was insulting sin and death that had taken our son.
I was giving death the finger.
Death might think that it took my son forever. Death might think that it took Troy forever, but we know that because of Jesus this is temporary. And as we live now, we are following Paul’s lead in defiantly living in the face of death with tears in our eyes. Think about it…
Where is death’s power to hurt us? We believers are dead and then we come back to live again forever. We are out of death’s reach. What kind of heat is it packing now? We can trash-talk it’s power and give the finger to it’s wrath. And the grave?!?!?! Where is it’s victory? We used to be it’s prisoners, but now the doors are blown open. The locks and dead-bolts have been broken. Our chains are thrown off. Death has died and captivity is now captive.
I still get up in the morning and put my pants on, one leg at a time, just like the other drivers on their way to work every day. But for me, for us, we can now give death the finger.