“Death is swallowed up in victory! O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?”
-I Corinthians 15:54-55
Life comes back; Life always comes back.
It is tenaciously persistent, perennially present, perpetuating itself against all odds.
In the book of Ruth, we read about Naomi, Ruth's mother-in-law, whose name means Pleasant, but who demures at the address, asking instead to be called Mara - meaning Bitter - because of the leveling loss she has endured - the death of her husband, the passing of her two sons, the deprivation of the place she has called home for over a decade, and worst of all, the seeming abandonment of the Almighty.
In a dramatic denouement, Ruth providentially meets Boaz, who is a wealthy relative of Naomi's. He marries her, and they have a son whom Naomi nurses, Obed: Would-be grandfather of David, the King of Israel.
What reeked of ruin,
what smacked of bitter despair,
what connoted catastrophic failure on God's part,
what looked like the end,
was actually the beginning in disguise.
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning."