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THE DEATH
OF DEATH
"Forasmuch
then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, he
also himself likewise took part of the same; that through
death he might destroy him that had the power of death,
that is, the devil; and deliver them, who through fear of
death were all their lifetime subject to bondage."
HEBREWS ii. 14, 15.
WE fear death with a double fear.
There is, first, the instinctive fear shared
also by the animal creation; for the very brutes tremble
as the moment of death draws near. Surely this fear is not
wrong. It is often congenital and involuntary, and
afflicts some of God's noblest saints: though
doubtless these will some day confess that it was most
unwarrantable, and that the moment of dissolution was calm
and sweet and blessed.
It is a growing opinion among
thoughtful men that the moment of death, when the spirit
passes from its earthly tabernacle, is probably the most
painless and the happiest moment of its whole earthly
story. And if this be so generally, how much more must it
be the case with those on whose sight are breaking the
glories of Paradise! The child whose eyes feast upon a
glowing vista of flower and fruit, beckoning it through
the garden-gate, hardly notices the rough woodwork of the
gate itself as it bounds through; and probably the soul,
becoming aware of the beauty of the King and the glories
of its home, is too absorbed to notice the act of death,
till it suddenly finds itself free to mount and soar and
revel in the dawning light.
But there is another fear of death,
which is spiritual. dread its mystery. What
is it? Whither does it lead? Why does it come just now?
What is the nature of the life beyond? We see the
movements on the other side of the thick curtain which
sways to and fro; but we can distinguish no form. The
dying ones are conscious of sights and sounds for which we
strain eye and ear in vain.
We dread its leave-taking. The
heathen poet sang sadly of leaving earth and home and
family. Long habit endears the homeliest lot and the
roughest comrades: how much more the true-hearted and
congenial-it is hard to part from them. If only we could
all go together, there would be nothing in it. But this
separate dropping-off, this departing one by one, this
drift from the anchorage alone! Who can deny that it is a
lonesome thing?
Men dread the after-death. "
The sting of death is sin." The sinner dreads to
die, because he knows that, on the other side of death, he
must meet the God against whom he has sinned, and stand at
his bar to give an account and receive the due reward of
his deeds. How can he face that burning glory? How can he
answer for one of a thousand? How can mortal man be just
with God? How can he escape hell, and find his place amid
the happy festal throngs of the Golden City?
Many of man's fears were known to
Christ. And he knew that they would be felt by many who
were to be closely related to him as brethren. If, then,
he was prompted by ordinary feelings of compassion to the
great masses of mankind, he would be especially moved to
relieve those with whom he had so close an affinity, as
these marvelous verses unfold. He and they are all of one
(ver. 11). He calls them brethren through the lips of
psalmist and prophet (ver. 12). He takes his stand in the
assembled Church, and sings his Father's praise in its
company (ver. I 2). He even associates himself with them
in their humble childlike trust (ver. 13). He dares to
accost the gaze of all worlds, as he comes forward leading
them by the hand (ver. 13). Oh, marvelous identification!
Oh, rapturous association! More wondrous far than if a
seraph should cherish friendship with a worm! But the
preciousness of this relationship lies in the fact that
Jesus will do all he can to alleviate that fear of death,
which is more or less common to us all.
But in order to do it, he must
die. He could not be the death of death
unless he had personally tasted death. He needed to
fulfill the law of death by dying, before he could abolish
death. Our David must go into the valley of Elah, and
grapple with our giant foe, and wrest from him his power,
and slay him with his own sword. As in the old fable
Prometheus could not slay the Minotaur unless he
accompanied the yearly freight of victims, so must Jesus
go with the myriads of our race into the dark confines of
the tomb, that death might do its worst in vain; that the
grave might lose its victory; and that the grim gaoler
might be shown powerless to hold the Resurrection and the
Life. Had Christ not died, it might have been affirmed
that, in one place at least, death and sin, chaos and
darkness, were supreme. "It behooved him, therefore,
to suffer, and to rise from the dead the third day."
And, like another Samson, carrying the gates of his
prison-house, he came forth, demonstrating forever that
light is stronger than darkness, salvation than sin, life
than death. Hear his triumphant cry, as thrice the risen
and ascended Master exclaims, "I died, and lo, I am
alive forevermore, and have the keys of Hades and of
death." Death and hell chose their own battleground,
their strongest; and there, in the hour of his weakness,
our King defeated them, and now carries the trophy of
victory at his girdle forevermore. Hallelujah!
But he could only have died by
becoming man. Perhaps there is no race in the
universe that can die but our own. So there may be no
other spot in the wide universe of God seamed with graves,
shadowed by the outspread wings of the angel of death, or
marked by the plague-spot of sin. "Sin entered into
the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon
all." In order then to die, Christ must take on
himself our human nature. Others die because they are
born; Christ was born that he might die. It is as if he
said: "Of thee, 0 human mother, must I be born; and I
must suffer the aches and pains and sorrows of mortal
life; and I must hasten quickly to the destined goal of
human life; I have come into the world to die."
"Forasmuch as the children are partakers of flesh and
blood, he also himself likewise took part of the same, in order
that through death he might destroy him that had
the power of death, that is, the devil: and deliver them,
who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject
to bondage."
BY DEATH CHRIST DESTROYED HIM THAT HAD
THE POWER OF DEATH. Scripture has no doubt as to the
existence of the devil. And those who know much of their
own inner life, and of the sudden assaults of evil to
which we are liable, cannot but realize his terrible
power. And from this passage we infer that that power was
even greater before Jesus died. "He had the power of
death." It was a chief weapon in his infernal armory.
The dread of it was so great as to drive men to yield to
any demands made by the priests of false religions, with
their dark impurities and hideous rites. Thus timid sheep
are scared by horrid shouts and blows into the butcher's
shambles.
But since Jesus died, the devil and his
power are destroyed. Brought to naught, not made extinct.
Still he assails the Christian warrior, though armed from
head to foot; and goes about seeking whom he may devour,
and deceives men to ruin. Satan is not impotent though
chained. He has received the wound which annuls his power,
but it has not yet been effectual to destroy him.
His power was broken at the cross and
grave of Jesus. The hour of Gethsemane was the hour and
power of darkness. And Satan must have seen the
Resurrection in despair. It was the knell of his destiny.
It sealed his doom. The prince of this world was judged
and cast out from the seat of power (John xii. 31 ; xvi.
ii). The serpent's head was bruised beyond remedy.
Fear not the devil, 0 child of God; nor
death! These make much noise, but they have no power. The
Breaker has gone before thee, clearing thy way. Only keep
close behind him. Hark ! He gives thee power over all the
power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt
thee (Luke x. '9). No robber shall pluck thee from thy
Shepherd's hand.
By DEATH CHRIST DELIVERS FROM THE FEAR
OF DEATH. A child was in the habit of playing in a large
and beautiful garden, with sunny lawns; but there was one
part of it, a long and winding path, down which he never
ventured; indeed, he dreaded to go near it, because some
silly nurse had told him that ogres and goblins dwelt
within its darksome gloom. At last his eldest brother
heard of his fear, and, after playing one day with him,
took him to the embowered entrance of the grove, and,
leaving him there terror-stricken, went singing through
its length, and returned, and reasoned with the child,
proving that his fears were groundless. At last he took
the lad's hand, and they went through it together, and
from that moment the fear which had haunted the place
fled. And the memory of that brother's presence took its
place. So has Jesus done for us!
Fear not the mystery Of death!
Jesus has died, and has shown us that it
is the gateway into another life, more fair and blessed
than this-a life in which human words are understood, and
human faces smile, and human affections linger still. The
forty days of his resurrection life have solved many of
the problems, and illumined most of the mystery. To die is
to go at once to be with him. No chasm, no interval, no
weary delay in purgatory. Absent from the body, present
with the Lord, One moment here in conditions of mortality;
the next beyond the stars.
Fear not the loneliness of death!
The soul in the dark valley becomes aware of another at
its side, "Thou art with me." Death cannot
separate us, even for a moment, from the love of God,
which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. In the hour of death
Jesus fulfills his own promise, "I will come again
and take you unto myself." And on the other side we
step into a vast circle of loving spirits, who welcome the
new-comer with festal songs (2 Peter i. 11)
Fear not the after-death!
The curse and penalty of sin have been borne by him.
Death, the supreme sentence on sinners, has been suffered
for us by our Substitute. In him we have indeed passed on
to the other side of the doom, which is justly ours, as
members of a sinful race. Who is he that condemneth? It is
Christ that died, yea, rather, that is risen again."
Death! How shall they die who have
already died in Christ? That which others call death,
we call sleep. We dread it no more than
sleep. Our bodies lie down exhausted with the long
working-day, to awake in the fresh energy of the eternal
morning; but in the meanwhile the spirit is presented
faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding
joy.
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