Death is never the end.

The death of a seed planted in the darkness of the ground means a new beginning for a plant. In hope, it spouts and forms new life. Forever transformed, it then produces many other seeds. And in their deaths, more life comes forth. Death is never the end.

The death of one season brings the beauty of another. Each season uniquely carries its own fresh richness and color. In saying goodbye to one season, the joy of a new season unfolds before our eyes. Death is never the end.

The death of one person is an invitation for their legacy to live on. Their life left a trail, traceable by the words and memories they left behind and by the love they poured out. Their life laid down encourages those they left to lay theirs down as well. The abundance of their lives keeps giving so that fullness and freedom overflow in the ones they loved. Death is never the end.

And one day, the reunion will be beautiful. The waiting and longing will die and we will enter into the beginning of our heavenly forever. All because the Champion and Victor made a way.

Death is finished. Overcome. Defeated.

Death is never the end.