Luke Gabriel Obituary, Death – My small son, Luke Gabriel Bird, was laid to rest at the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. His body was interred in the ground there while he was dressed as a midshipman in his uniform. For the time being. My old father, Carson Wayne Bird, passed away after having completed the race and maintaining his faith. His mortal remains were interred in the cemetery at Shamrock, Texas, which is located in the state of Texas.
For the time being. And so, for the time being, I cry, I sorrow, and I frequently just stare off into the distance, thinking back on brighter times, before the two swords that stabbed my soul this past year. But now, today, I take a big breath, fill up the rest of my lungs, and yell in defiance at death, “Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Because Jesus Christ has risen!”
We may be in tears right now, but that won’t last forever. We suffer excruciating pain right now, but it won’t last forever. We go to cemeteries for the time being, but that may change in the future. Because at this moment and forever more, the lungs of Jesus, which had ceased breathing, the heart of Jesus, which had stopped beating, and the limbs of Jesus, which had grown brittle and gray, were inundated with heat, pulse, and breath. His entire body began to twitch. His eyelids shot open. He took a deep breath of the air. The beginnings of a grin appeared on his face, and he stood up. He stood up! He took a stand! He had been brought back to life, and he still is.
Christ is alive, raised in body, and victorious over death from this moment forward, as well as now, always, and forevermore. For Luke. In honor of Carson. for both of us, as well as for everyone else who is discovered in Jesus.
It is true that cemeteries are permitted to store the bodies of our departed loved ones for the time being, but this does not constitute their “final resting place.” In no way does it. One day — O Lord, make it soon! — the trumpet will sound, gravestones will pop like champagne corks, and the bodies of believers in their exalted states will emerge from the ground.
There will be a large army standing there, all decked out in white, with their faces elevated to the sky as they shout “Hallelujah” to their resurrected King of Kings. As we wait, we try to make the best of the situation by smiling through our tears, seasoning our grief with hope, and securing our spirits in the resurrection flesh of the God who took on the form of a human, died, and was brought back to full life specifically for you. Happy Easter to everyone who, like me, laughs at death and cheers for life as, hampered as we may be, we celebrate the day by dancing to the new song that celebrates the victorious resurrection of Jesus Christ.