“His Heart Beats” – by Andrew Peterson

The resurrection of Jesus Christ is not a theory: it’s either the most successful lie ever promoted or it’s the truth. For those who punched their Easter time-card a couple weeks ago and have moved on to better things for another year – I grieve for you. I cannot imagine what it means to have no more hope than this life with its empty promises of power, fame, and fortune. I am so thankful that after three days of stone-cold silence, the very physical heart of Jesus began to beat again – and to this day it still does. This gives me my only sure hope for this life and the one to come. I think we’ll sing this in worship soon . . .

His heart beats, His blood begins to flow
Waking up what was dead a moment ago
And His heart beats, now everything is changed
‘Cause the blood that brought us peace with God
Is racing through His veins
And His heart beats
His heart beats

He breathes in, His living lungs expand
The heavy air surrounding death turns to breath again
He breathes out, He is word and flesh once more
The Lamb of God slain for us is a Lion ready to roar
And His heart beats

So crown Him the Lord of Life
Crown Him the Lord of Love
Crown Him the Lord of All

He took one breath
And put death to death
Where is your sting, O grave?
How grave is your defeat
I know, I know His heart beats

He rises, glorified in flesh
Clothed in immortality, the firstborn from the dead
He rises, and His work’s already done
So He’s resting as He rises to reclaim the Bride He won
And His heart beats

So crown Him the Lord of Life
Crown Him the Lord of Love
Crown Him the Lord of All

He took one breath
And put death to death
Where is your sting, O grave?
How grave is your defeat
I know, I know His heart beats

The last enemy to be destroyed is death
The last enemy to be destroyed is death
He must reign until no enemy is left
The last enemy to be destroyed, to be destroyed is death

His heart beats, He will never die again
I know that death no longer has dominion over Him
So my heart beats with the rhythm of the saints
As I look for the seeds the King has sown
To burst up from their graves

I know, I know
He took one breath
And put death to death
Where is your sting, O grave?
How grave is your defeat
I know, I know
He took one breath
And put death to death
Where is your sting, O grave?
How grave is your defeat
How great, how great is His victory
I know, I know His heart beats
I know, I know His heart beats
His heart beats

 

What dad’s last Kennebec Potato teaches us

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It seems impossible that new life can come from death – but it’s true. This is my dad’s last Kennebec potato from last years harvest – and it refuses to die; not everything that goes to seed is a bad thing! Jesus put it this way:

“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life” – (John 12:24-25).

Jesus does not promote self-hatred in the worthlessness sense. But he does promote selflessness, that is, regarding the life of others more than your own – which is what Jesus did. He loved me enough to “hate” his own life and die in my place. Furthermore, it is not disregard for one’s own life that Jesus advises, but hope for another world unlike this one where sin still abides. I’m so thankful that dad saw this distinction. Yes, he loved this life and everything about it because he knew the one who created the potato, and, he did not keep his life to himself – he copied his redeemer’s example.

Strange how such life, vigor, hope, and fruit can come from a decaying starchy, perennial nightshade called the Solaneum Tuberosum. One can do all the research on the potato till your heart is content on the science behind what is going on with this little spud, but I prefer to just sit in wonder. Studying this potato with the eye makes it easier to believe in a future resurrection. It provides hope – even child-like faith that simply takes what is before you as truth. It makes it easier to believe that I’ll see my dad again. It’s reasonable to conclude that if life can come from death, then this little spongy guy is like a wide-eyed hint for our hearts: something very profound and mysterious and unbelievably joyful is at work – “you’ll see!”, says the dying-yet-sprouting potato.

The reason why “life finds a way” is not because there is an impersonal, unknowable, unexplainable force at work, but rather, there is God who not only created the world, but sent his Son to prove that Jesus “finds a way” to overcome death. And what clever paradox?: the way to defeat death is to let it kill you – then come up with all the authority to over-rule that hellish life-snatcher. Gotcha!