Resurrection

(as spoken by children)

If I burn a piece of paper, it “appears” as though the matter in the paper is completely destroyed; or at the very least, vanished into thin air, having at least somewhat less mass than it had before.

However, the exact same amount of matter exists before - and after - I burn a piece of paper. Matter is never destroyed. It simply “changes form”.

In a very real physical sense, that’s what resurrection is - something which “appeared” to be destroyed that simply “changes form”.

Such resurrection happens in nature. To everything. Everywhere. All the time. Whether we are talking about hilltops, hamburgers, or humans; nature endlessly re-uses the very same atoms - linked together in ever new and different forms - again and again and again, over vast eons of time.

Resurrection.

And if resurrection comes, again and again - one hundred percent of the time - to every atom of matter in our universe, then why not also to something so intricately and wonderfully made as are we?

As a child once told me, “Mr. T., if everybody already knew that God was real and that there was a heaven, then nobody would need any faith at all. Because everybody would already know.”

Out of the mouths of babes …

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Over the years, I found that children can often teach us much about life, about death, about faith, about resurrection.

The following are some more wonderful words that were voiced to me over the years - all from young children whom I once taught: