Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Psalm 47:5-7 God has ascended amid shouts of joy, the LORD amid the sounding of trumpets. Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises. For God is the King of all the earth; sing to him a psalm of praise.
WE CHEER HIS VICTORY--WHICH IS NOW OURS!
Who can believe it is true? What a marvel! We look at our overpowering enemies of sin, death, devil, hell. We lose our breath in terror. But with one blow our King leaves them lie in shameful defeat. We are free of them. We can rejoice over them. Dead enemies can't harm us. It is for us to enjoy the spoils of victory. In spite of all the evil, woe, and death which we see and experience, we still triumph. For our flesh and blood in the person of Christ, is already victorious over it all. Christ our King is also true man. In Him we ourselves ascend in triumph, our very own flesh and blood are now at God's right hand. We too, in our own body must ascend and live with our king. Nothing can ever keep His own from heaven, not even death. Sing praises over this dread monster who so terrifies the world.
We have a Ruler who has triumphed over death! To some it will appear as no victory, but defeat when they think of your body corrupting in the grave. But this is only the last dying gasps of the monster death who thinks he still is gaining his former triumphs over us. The stupid beast will not believe he is mortally wounded. His fearful appearance is all a sham! He is underfoot, helpless! He is now just serving our King! While he thinks he is devouring us, he does nothing more than bring us to eternal glory. He is preparing our present bodies in the grave for the day when our same bodies shall ascend from the grave in the same glory our King now has. O Death, where is your victory? O Death, where is your sting? Sing praises to our King!
