A couple of times I’ve had an opportunity to preach or teach from Psalm 23. The verse I tend to spend the most time on is “He prepares a table for me in the presence of my enemies.” I then compare that to the verse in 1 Corinthians 15, “the last enemy to be destroyed is death.”
Death is our enemy. And one day death itself will die.
I don’t know about you, but that sends chills up my spine. I remember vividly a sermon in the PCUSA church I grew up in when the pastor harped on death coming. I’m not sure he believed in heaven or hell or anything that I do today, but in that day I gained a fear of death. I remember in my early teens being so afraid that I would die in my sleep.
And now…death looks welcome to me. It has no sting (1Cor 15:55). Death cannot hurt me. And every week God invites me to His Table where He feeds me in the presence of my enemies, including death. The seven children we lost, my sister, my grandparents: all gone. And death, while powerful for now, is going to itself die.
I can’t wait.