We ignore what came first as best we can. I tried not to this year, but I don’t want to undermine this!
It’s just too wonderful.
Our God conquered death. He defeated the grave.
We serve a God of love. A comforter. A Father.
But we serve a Victor. A Defender. A God who is fearless. Reckless. Uncontainable. We serve an awesome God.
O Death, where is your victory? O Grave, where is your sting?
“That you will. . . and no mistake. . . if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.” “Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy. “Safe? . . . Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. he’s the King, I tell you.” (80)
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis