With All Disrespect to Death...

a family gravesite in Edinburgh, Scotland
photographed Sept. 2018

I've been listening to O Praise the Name (Anastasis) by Hillsong quite a bit lately. I am regularly awestruck by the beauty in the rich theology and simple melody of the hymn. My favorite part, debatably, is in the third verse where we declare, “Oh trampled death, where is your sting? The angels roar for Christ the King”. I wish my voice could shout louder every time I come to this stanza because my heart screams in gratitude to our great Almighty Who did the trampling of that death and its curse. As much as I have been reveling in the English version, I have also been enjoying it in the Russian recording. The same part is said in a different (yet similar) way. Rather than addressing death, the heavens cry out that Christ has trampled death. I realized that the verb (попрал, - poprahl - past tense of the infinitive попрать) that is used was not familiar to me - although I understood it in context - so I looked it up. I was not prepared for what I read. It means “trample,” for sure, but it’s more violent than just "to trample." It means: to rudely or cruelly disrupt, stomp on, or break up; to trample. It may seem like a small differentiation, but it shed light for me on the extent to which Christ violated death. He removed, for the believer, any hold that the curse of death and the grave has on us. But not just for us. For. His. Glory. And we get to join Him in His mission to bring life to the dead, as we once were... all for the fame and glory and declaration of Him and His saving work. Although we still die, the spiritual death that was death's sting no longer holds power because of His saving work. That is good news, indeed.