Death. Is it a body decomposing into nothingness, trapped in a waiting-for-Godot moment—as Emily Dickinson depicts in her “Alabaster Chambers” poem? Or is it a future transition of the soul-body matrix into something far greater?
Resurrection accounts (three) start in the Hebrew Bible (Tanakh/”Old Testament”)—and are followed by seven more accounts in the New Testament. With each one, God peels back a piece of the spiritual dimension so we can evidence His power and catch a glimpse of the resurrection promise to come. And now . . . here are the first resurrection accounts.
Even if we didn’t catch God’s sneak-peek resurrections in the Hebrew Bible (Tanakh/”Old Testament”)—hinting at the end-of-days promise to come—He gave us seven more that take on even greater momentum for those willing to read the New Testament. Six of those seven New Testament accounts are in this post . . . the seventh account deserves its own post. Drum roll, please . . .
The resurrection event that shifted the world and eternity in one mighty move—on both sides of the Judaic-Messianic bridge: Jesus of Nazereth. This resurrection account—factual, real, historic—was heaven thunderbolting our earthly dimension. Victorious over death’s grip . . . physically and spiritually. For your soul and everyone who ever lived.
Since resurrection is a Jewish teaching and in the Hebrew Bible (Tanakh/”Old Testament”), then why do some people give an acknowledging nod to some resurrection accounts . . . but discount one resurrection in particular? Namely, the historical resurrection of Jesus. Well, one modern-day orthodox rabbi didn’t. Nor did some other Jewish biblical scholars and rabbis.
Shakespeare’s plays often navigate spiritual waters. The Winter’s Tale is no exception. But what does that have to do with your soul? Think of it as your soul’s story—it’s very own winter’s tale. Birth. Life. Death. Resurrection. Let me explain . . .
The Lord can come to you like the rain—a glory rain, the true latter rain (resurrection to righteousness)—after the barrenness, brokenness, and blackened leaves of your soul’s winter tale. Here’s how.