Easter may have passed, but the meaning of the resurrection is not confined to a single weekend; if Jesus really rose from the dead, that changes everything for all of us.

Death, Fear, and the Question We All Carry

Almost everyone I know is afraid of death, or at least unsettled by it. Not in a morbid way, just in the quiet, nagging sense that if this life is all there is, then something feels terribly incomplete.

My grandmother turned eighty a few years ago, and on that birthday, she told my brothers and me something I’ve never forgotten. Before she became a Christian, she said, the fear of death haunted her every single day. Not occasionally: daily. She described life as a kind of prison sentence with no appeal: you live, you love people, you lose them, and eventually you’re lost too. The fear didn’t just frighten her about the end; it hollowed out the middle. It made the whole thing feel, in her words, meaningless.

That’s a feeling I think a lot of us recognise, even if we’d phrase it differently… (Register to read the rest of the article)