When The Dead Bury The Dead
Jesus said unto him, “Let the dead bury their dead:
but go thou and preach the kingdom of God.” Luke 9:60
That strange Bible verse came to mind this morning.
I still don’t know how to take those words.
When the dead bury the dead, I’ll be in over my head.
Jesus supposedly spoke to the living. Right?
He said to another man, “Follow me.” But the man replied,
“Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” Luke 9:59
Literally speaking, the dead can’t bury the dead.
Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests,
but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” Luke 9:58
No place to lay His head?
Why…He has everywhere a place to lay His head. For God’s sake,
He owns every place imaginable. That doesn’t make sense.
No rest for the weary? What else can it mean?
If it was me, I’d of stayed home and buried my Dad.
Then I’d catch up to Jesus afterwards.
Some of the translations speak of the spiritually dead.
But the man’s dad was really dead.
It doesn’t say the man’s dad was spiritually dead.
If it did, he’d just go home and say “Bye!”
My take on how my Lord would have answered him:
Jesus said, “Okay, go home and bury your father.
Then come to me prepared to leave this world, your reality, behind.
For I go not to raise the dead, but to save the living.”
But can we save the dead, too? You know,
can we save those souls who can’t seem to leave this world behind?
Perhaps, the dead must bury the living to make it through to God.
But then again, Heaven is here – within.
Where we are now! Why do we have to leave?
For this world, our true home, is where it all ends in Revelations.
I like to think I’ll be here when that day comes.
There is no place to go, folks. This is it.
This is where it’s happening!
On Earth, as it spins in