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Even still

Even Still

Is it just me, or do the bullets seem to be coming faster these days?

The sound of "breaking news" bulletins on my local network station feels so much more frequent of late that I sometimes walk right past the screen without so much as a glance or a listen to the headlines. I don't want any more bad news, thank you. I'm already full.

And if the times didn't seem perilous enough--unspeakable acts of terrorism, terrible natural disasters, a faltering economy, widespread human trafficking, food shortages, power mad politicians and utter disregard for common decency and the rule of law--I have been reading the book of Revelation. (A coincidence, I can assure you. I did not mean to bone up on the apocalypse just now.)

Large scale dramas we have plenty of. But every day I'm made aware of smaller, yet just as awful troubles. The life-threatening illness of a loved one. Stubborn infertility. The loss of a business. A home. A marriage. A mate. Sometimes I just want to cry out like Job, "Who's running this show? And could we have just a sliver of peace, please?"

Here's the one thing my end-times reading been teaching me: the prince of this world has no power over me or this world that the King of Glory has not allowed. None. It's hard to see His sovereign hand when things go badly wrong, but my own myopic vision affirms neither His absence nor His disinterest.

Even in the midst of terrible things, my God is at work. And the darkening backdrop of these days is like a jeweler's black velvet cloth that only makes a single gem—Jesus--shine ever more brightly.

A few years back I heard singer-songwriter Jill Phillips describe a dark period of life after the death of her father. Her words led into this hauntingly beautiful song called Even Still. Christ's resurrection proves that beyond death, the sharpest weapon in the devil's toolbox, our God has the last word. Even still.

Well you came just like they said you would
Like you always have from what I've seen and heard
And you took all our dreams and future plans
Crushed them all like grains of sand

Even still, even still
You have no power and you never will
And even still, even still
You have no power and you never will

Easy to say but it's hard to live
When life itself is near the end
Because that fear resides in every soul
When it shows its face, it's good to know

Even still, even still
You have no power and you never will
Even still, even still
You have no power and you never will

So when the hourglass is empty
And there's knocking at my door
I don't want my fear to grip me
So I'll sing this song until I'm sure

Even still, even still
You have no power and you never will
Even still, even still
You have no power and you never will.

Now on the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they, and certain other women with them, came to the tomb bringing the spices which they had prepared. But they found the stone rolled away from the tomb. Then they went in and did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. And it happened, as they weregreatly perplexed about this, that behold, two men stood by them in shining garments. Then, as they were afraid and bowed their faces to the earth, they said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen! (Luke 24: 1–6)

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