Hey you, I'm so glad you stopped by. I’m Chris, mama to three pixies and wife to one Norse-man. Welcome to my blog. I write about living the lyrics of the cross. Lyrics of life, love, faith, and the pursuit of beauty. I hope we become dear friends. 

Where Else Can We Go?

Where Else Can We Go?

We begin our mornings gathered around the kitchen table, with coffee, crayons, and slices of pear and apple spread out between us.  The girls love to color their Bible-story pictures, asking for the special permanent markers Grammy gave them, as I read aloud from The Child’s Story Bible. If you ask my kindergartner her favorite subject, her reply is always, “Coloring.”

I love these quiet beginnings, looking outside through our large, picture window back to the second acre. Occasionally, deer stroll through, but mostly squirrels just like to chase each other and climb the trees while birds fly overhead.

This is our morning time. And I have come to soak in its glory. There are stories from Scripture that I’ve read before and can quote from heart, but at other times, Bible stories jump afresh off the pages as if I’ve never read them before.  

This happened again last week. We are in the midst of learning about the prophets and kings, and Lyric and Brielle can not stop laughing hard enough when I read about King Jehosophat.



Giggles erupt.

This particular day we were saying goodbye to the dear prophet Elisha. Who could forget his forerunner, Elijah, leaving in a blaze of glory

A chariot of fire, those memories don’t easily fade even from a forty-year-old's mind. But, Elisha’s death is much different. In the midst of 2 Kings 13, the Bible simply says in verse 20, “Elisha died and was buried.”  

That’s it. Nothing too remarkable about that.

Until I read farther on to verse 21:

“Once while some Israelites were burying a man, suddenly they saw a band of raiders; so they threw the man’s body into Elisha’s tomb. When the body touched Elisha’s bones, the man came to life and stood up on his feet.”

I had to stop and read the verse again. How did I ever forget this story?

The dead man simply touched the dead bones of Elisha, and came to life. The body of the dead revived. Not from someone living but from someone already dead.


Prophesying in Death

As I was quiet for a moment, letting this profound story soak in, my eight-year old said, “So, Elisha made him alive because God was still with him.”

From the mouth of babes.

I was still trying to process the magnitude and weight of this verse, when it could easily be summed up with Lyric’s observation: God was still with Elisha.

Even though Elisha had died and was buried, the Spirit of God was so present in his life, it was still there in his death.  

What kind of life must Elisha have lived to have the power of God still exuding from his dead body? How spirit-filled must this prophet have been?

As Matthew Henry writes in his commentary, “What power there was in his dead body: it communicated life to another dead body!” 

After his death, Elisha’s body was still prophesying.

Elisha was a man who spoke the word of the Lord. A prophet in his own time. And even in his death, His life spoke the Word.

I want my life to so speak truth, that in my death, my body still prophesies.  

Words of Eternal Life

In the New Testament, Peter asked the Lord, “Where else can we go, Lord, you have the words of eternal life?” (John 6:68)  

Where else can we go?  

Too often we run to the world, man, money when the One who has the words of eternal life stands waiting with arms wide open. Peter recognized that the Word has the power to resurrect.  

The Word resurrects dashed dreams, broken promises, and even brings the dead to life. 

Christ alone has the words of eternal life. He has given us those words through His holy book, the Bible. And it is only a life lived in the Word, that can still prophesy after death.  

The Bible, God’s words to man, is living and active, sharper than any double-edged sword. It penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, bone and marrow.  

Do we realize the power of this Word? Truly recognize it?

Charles Spurgeon once said, “Defend the Bible? I would rather defend a Lion.”  

Elisha knew the Word of the Lord, spoke the Word of the Lord, and died prophesying the Word of the Lord. In his death, he still testified to that Word breathing life into the dead.

Let that same Word saturate my spirit. Let the waves of His word wash over me. Let me be soaked in the wonder of His breath.

Lord, may I meet you in the secret place to receive Your word, Your truth, Your prophecy.

Christ has the words of eternal life. Where else can we go?

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