1 Corinthians 15:1-11 · The Resurrection of Christ
The Question That Will Not Go Away
1 Corinthians 15:1-11
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by Edward Inabinet
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"Do you think I will ever see her again?" The ride had been rather painfully quiet up Northampton Street to the Palmer Shrine Cemetery. About 40 minutes before, some eighty people gathered at the Ashton Funeral Home for a memorial service. She had died too soon, so many shared with me. She had lived a good, full life--even though her health the past three months had erased most of the evidence.

One of her dear family members, with tears streaming down her face leaned over and asked softly, "Pastor, do you think I will ever see her again?"

In all my thirty-eight years of life that was one of the most serious, straight forward, searching questions I have ever had to answer. I remember well my remarks. I said, "I believe with all my Christian being that you will...but not in a way or a form that we have ever yet experienced."

That question is the problem, isn''t it? We are asking questions with a need for an answer far beyond the realm of the ordinary and commonplace. We suddenly find ourselves asking questions about things far beyond today''s brunch or tomorrow''s duties or this summer''s vacation.

There is a yearning deep inside of us. All the stock options, vacation clubs, money market accounts, timeshare programs cannot be of any help when it comes to the question of death. Christianity has never been about the denial of death but that there is something beyond the doorway of death.

Anyone who has ever stood at the graveside of a loved one knows that nothing stretches the fabric of faith more than a cemetery plot.

"Pastor, do you think I will ever see him/her again?"

Dr. Fred Craddock tells the story of a young lady who was a colleague at a college in Oklahoma. She was a single lady in her early thirties, very vivacious, and a teacher of physical education. She taught tennis, volleyball, and basketball and did it all very well. One night she was sitting in her apartment by herself grading papers when she heard a knock at the door. She ran to the door, opened it, and there he stood: "ole Death with his yellow face, his bony fingers and his crooked nose." She slammed the door and locked it. She ran to the doctor and he said, "MALIGNANT."

She had surgery and did pretty well. A few weeks later she even went back to work. She lost a little weight, but said she needed to do that. Things were going okay. A few weeks later she was sitting in her living room watching television when she heard another knock at the door. She ran to the door and there he stood, ole Death with his yellow face. She slammed the door in his face and locked it.

She ran back to the doctor and he said, "CHEMOTHERAPY." Oh, it made her so sick, so very, very sick. She lost all of her hair, turned that very strange color and lost some more weight. She was eventually able to go back to work with a limited schedule. A few weeks later she was sitting in her living room again. She heard a knock. She moved slowly this time when she went to the door and there he stood, ole Death with that yellow face, that yellow face looking right at her.

She slammed the door and tried to lock it, but the lock was broken, and she panicked. She called her friends and her family in from Florida. They all came and gathered in the living room and each one took a turn leaning against the door to keep out ole Death.

Leaning against the door, firmly resolved that ole Death would not get in. Around the clock they stayed, leaning against the door to keep him out. Ole Death will not get in here.

They waited. They leaned against the door and they laughed. Sitting up with the sick can even be fun at times; fellowship. Until one night she said, "Get away from the door."

"What? If we get away from the door he will come in."

"Get away. Get away from the door."

They got away from the door. The door swung open and there he stood, ole Death with that yellow face. Dr. Craddock said, "However, Ole Death was embarrassed and defeated, because in his left hand was rest and in his right hand was peace. Ole Death was whipped. Death had no dominion over her." Two days later they assembled at her church and at her request sang, "O Worship the King" and "Now Thank We All Our God." Dr. Craddock said you should have been there. It was wonderful. It was really, really something how they sang!

Today, I want to share with you three things for your consideration concerning "The Question That Will Not Go Away."

DEATH REVEALS TO US THE VALUES WE HAVE CULTIVATED IN OUR EARTHLY PILGRIMAGE.

A story is told of a young couple on a fast track in their social life. As the season approached, they went to the social matriarch of their city, an old friend, and asked her to loan the ambitious young woman her priceless necklace of perfect, natural pearls.

After some thought, the matriarch of society loaned the pearls for the duration of the season. The very first night they were stolen. But more than that, the young couple on the fast track knew that their life''s ambitions for fame, visibility and social prominence were gone with the pearls.

In a panic, they flew to a distant emporium, described the necklace to the master jeweler, and had the strand recreated. It cost them everything they would ever have. At the end of the season, they presented the matron with the replacement necklace.

It ruined their entire lives--an enormous cost they paid for years. When the older woman was about to die, out of guilt the young woman went to her bedside. She confessed the whole charade. The older woman shrieked from her bed: "You fool! Those were paste pearls. No one ever loans the real ones. You''ve wasted your life for paste pearls."

Be careful that you don''t come to the end of the way only to realize you have worked, learned, loved and played for paste pearls. (1)

The Resurrection of Jesus Christ equips the Christian to face not only the fear of death but the challenge of living, in that it gives us a foundation to stand upon that can never be destroyed. Death reveals to us the values we have given to life. Some folks live dying--some die while living. You can argue about death but you can''t argue with it. For some death is but a detour--for others it will be a date with destiny.

Be careful that you don''t come to the end of your life and realize you have wasted it for pearls rather than the presence of God.

DEATH REMINDS US OF THE UNFINISHED AND TEMPORAL NATURE OF THIS LIFE.

Dr. Harry Emerson Fosdick shares that one of the great pieces of classical music is the "Unfinished Symphony" by Franz Schubert, who died when he was 31 years old. That is a great illustration of human life and achievement. Seldom, if ever, does anyone die when all of their business is complete and all of their talents are used up, when all of their relationships have reached their pinnacle of development.

Richard Baxter (1615-1691) was a dynamic and dedicated preacher who endured hardship and persecution because of his faith. He suffered from numerous physical ailments. In addition, he spent many years in prison, hated and cursed by those around him. Near death, a friend came to visit him. The friend leaned over to speak to the dying man and ask him how he was doing. Baxter responded, "Friend, I am almost well." (2)

Viewed in this sense, death is more a friend than a feared foe.

William Sloane Coffin once shared, "Consider the alternative--life without death." Life would be forever locked into the daily grind of our existence

--a horrible thought indeed. He further shares, "We'd take days just to get out of bed, weeks to decide what to do next. Students would never graduate, and faculty meetings, deacon meetings, and all kinds of other meetings would go on for months. Chances are, we'd be as bored as the ancient Greek gods and up to their same silly tricks. Death cannot be the enemy if it is death that brings us to life. You see what I'm after; just as without leave-taking, there can be no arrival; just as without growing old, there can be no growing up; just as without tears, no laughter; so without death, there could be no living." (4)

THE QUESTION OF DEATH IS SUBMITTED TO THE AUTHORITY OF JESUS CHRIST. Jesus Christ is always our great and final authority in questions of faith. In life when I am faced with a problem or circumstance that is far beyond my ability to solve, I seek out one who has the expertise or the knowledge I don't have. If there is anything in the world about which I am unlearned, it is the automobile. I know one thing about cars. You turn the key and they usually start. Every year I go to Burwell's Exxon Station and they take care of all my automotive needs and worries. I trust them. I know them and they know me.

When it comes to the mystery of death I am trusting in the authority of my relationship to Jesus Christ to open the door which I would not open myself.

In one of his novels, Franz Kafka tells a parable about a man who waited all his life outside a door. He looks at the door wistfully and longs to enter it. He watches the door-keeper and wonders how to get past him and through the door. For some time he plots and strategically plans ways to get past him and through the door. He schemes and plans but is afraid to try. Finally he gives up, tired, disappointed and disillusioned.

In the end, as the man is dying, he says to the door-keeper, "Why? Why did you keep me out?" "I didn't," answers the door-keeper. "As a matter of fact, this is your door and I am here to serve you." "But why did you stand in my way?" asks the dying man. "Why did you block me?" "I didn't," replied the doorman, "I would have been more than glad to open the door for you, but you never asked to come in."

Only Jesus Christ can open the door on that road between this world and the next. He opens the door for the believer because of the relationship we have with him, and the relationship he has with the Father.

On March 2, 1791, at the ripe old age of 88, the spiritual founder of the Methodist church, John Wesley, died in England. A woman by the name of Betsy Ritchie was at his side and recorded the following last words of the great Saint of God:

"I'll praise my maker while I've breath,
And when my voice is lost in death
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past
While life and thought and being last
Or immortality endures."

Then he said:

"The best of all is, God is with us!
The best of all is, God is with us!" (4)

Amen and amen.


1. Joel C. Gregory, Homesick for God (Word, Inc. 1990), pg. 65.

2. Paul W. Powell, When the Hurt Won't Go Away (Wheaton: Victor Books, 1986), pp. 118-119.

3. William Sloane Coffin, Living the Truth in a World of Illusions (Harper & Row, 1985), pp. 107-108.

4. The Journal of John Wesley (Chicago: Moody Press), pp. 418-419.

Dynamic Preaching, Collected Sermons, by Edward Inabinet