Today I wandered into a weird antique shop where there were lots of strange things. In honor of pay-day and my curious mood, I decided to buy the weirdest thing I could find. This quickly turned into hunting around the shop for almost an hour where in the end, I bought a map, 10 post cards, and a golden fork.
I liked the post cards because they not only were from 70-100+ years ago, but they were all written to people. There was one written in German in 1947, one with a photo of a family in a jungle in India in 1940, and another punny “belated birthday” card where Therisie told whoever she was writing to that they should look for a package in the mail coming soon. There were holiday ones as well, all addressed to a woman named Anna Story, one dating all the way back to 1910.
Although it is pretty cool just to have a card from 107 years ago, it’s even cooler what they say. In April of 1910, Stella Arnold writes to Anna Story wishing her a Happy Easter. On Easter of 1913, Nora Pope writes “I think every week I will write to you, but I am just so busy all the time. Happy Easter.” As someone who loves antique and old things, these were cool on their own. Then I read another Easter post card (again to this Anna Story girl- I mean, how much mail can a girl get?) from someone whose name wasn’t written. It said “How are you? We are still among the living. Happy Easter.” That was it- short but sweet. The second sentence sounds weird if you didn’t know it was a reference to scripture. This does not mean “we haven’t died yet!”, it is actually referring to Luke 24:5, “Why do you look for living among the dead?” where two angels raise the question to Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary mother of Jesus, and others who were at the tomb as to why they are searching for Jesus in his tomb when he had risen and defeated death, just as he promised.
People naturally search for satisfaction in dead places: weekend plans that don’t fulfill, straight A’s that end with “now what?”, bad habits that slowly and internally deteriorate you, the list goes on. If you are not among the living, that is living for Jesus, you are living for things already in the ruins. The danger in this is that you miss out in the inexpressible and glorious joy that full life in the Lord has to offer.
This scripture is one of my favorites in the gospel. Jesus is not just a relic of the past that we can simply read about in books, nor is he a historical figure about which we can know everything about until this point in time. He isn’t dead in any sense of the word; He lives in the hearts and souls of those who love and seek the Lord with everything they have.
Just as Jesus was constant in his abilities to heal the terminally ill, make something out of nothing, and rise from the dead, he is constant in his promise to us that He never leaves. The same savior in which whoever was writing to Anna Story found life is the same savior that, 104 years later, I have found life in. I am so grateful to the loyalty and consistency of God. Oh, how times have changed since this post card was written over a century ago. But, one thing remains steady, and that is the life that me and the writer to Anna Story get to live through Jesus, and man am I grateful for that.