Death, rendered defeated . . .

(I wrote this blog entry last Easter.)

Today is Easter. As part of our Easter services, one of the songs we sang was “Forever (We Sing Hallelujah).” It wasn’t a song I wasn’t familiar with, and after hearing it, I loved it.

One of the lines has stuck with me: “Now death, where is your sting?/Our resurrected King/Has rendered you defeated.”

“Our resurrected king has rendered you defeated.”

That sounds like a classic British understatement: “Our resurrected king has rendered you defeated,” said very calmly while dressed in an army uniform.

Or like a line in a formal demand for surrender: “Our resurrected king has rendered you defeated.”

Or like Tyler Perry’s Medea, looking down her nose and snorting,”Oh, please! Our resurrected king has rendered you defeated.”

The word “render,” in this context, means “cause to be or become, make.”

Death has been made defeated, caused to be defeated, become defeated. Today is the day when we celebrate the defeat of death, by the resurrection of Jesus from the dead.

If you want a more in-your-face way to say it:

In other words, death, you are down for the count.

You are lying flat on your back, on the canvas, the referee has counted to nine, and he’s raising his arm and opening his mouth to say, “Ten!”

The fat lady has finished her warm-up and has strutted out onto the stage to do her solo.

The response to your demand for surrender has been met with, “Nuts!”

Death, you are outta here!

He is risen.

He is risen indeed.


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