Death is powerlessness. Love is powerlessness. You can’t control death. Neither can you control love. But, the Christian says, the powerlessness of death has been completely filled (and more) by the powerlessness of love. The writer of Hebrews said, “Jesus died that be might liberate those who had all their lives been bound in slavery by the fear of death.”
Therefore, there is no longer fear. There is only love.
To ponder those who’ve gone before us; who’ve been rendered powerless by death is overwhelming. To ponder the dead is to traffic in overwhelming memories because it’s a direct line into all the power of powerlessness (e.g., love.) I consider my loved ones being gone. There is no energy left with their bodies, at least, as I knew them in their bodies. The thought wrecks me. And yet, their memory releases an even greater energy.
Soren Kierkegaard said, “Remembering the dead is not simply a thought, but a work of love.”
Christopher Nolan, or his brother, or whoever the screenwriter for Interstellar was, said, “Love is the one thing we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.”
I think so, yes.
It’ll soon be Mother’s Day. You cannot control the love of a mother. You cannot control love. (You cannot control your mother.) Love is dangerous, hazardous, completely unstable, but we don’t need to fear.
There is no longer fear. There is only love.