And he will swallow up on this mountain the covering that is cast over all peoples, the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death forever.
How poetic this gospel prophecy! How luminous this messianic foreshadowing! These lines penetrate my own veil of doubt with radiant beams. And these are no mere words either; they’re wings that carry me back to Calvary—back to that spot where Christ’s dying breath rent the veil of death forever. Where is that feeling of defeat I carried into today when I woke up? It’s being swallowed up by a rising sense of victory. As 1 Corinthians 15:56-57 says, “the sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” This is a life-giving promise, friend. A gust of pure air for suffocating lungs.
Are the skies over your own life overcast right now? Are you stuck in some fog of disillusionment? Run to the cross! Rest again on that Mountain where life defeated your death, where righteousness eclipsed your rebellion, and where God traded your sorrow for laughter. And remember that His love—not death—is the banner over your life today.