Mark 9:9-10 (NIV)
As they were coming down the mountain, Jesus gave them orders not to tell anyone what they had seen until the Son of Man had risen from the dead.  They kept the matter to themselves, discussing what “rising from the dead” meant.
The worst feeling in the world happens a million times a day for at least a year after you lose someone you love. You wake up thinking (for just a second…bad dream?). No. Death.
Death is a terrible darkness. It robs us of comfort and love and a person who cannot be substituted for anything else.
Gone is gone and there is a whiplash agony when a beloved is gone.
The conditions of human existence for the last 6000 years have ground each of us down in the maw of grief. None have escaped it’s power or devastation.
And yet, here is Jesus speaking of rising from the dead.
Not that I hadn’t happened a couple times…there were a couple old testament resurrections…but…
What did Jesus mean?
They did not understand the impossible yet. Do you?
I don’t, but Jesus’ resurrection spills light and hope and courage all over his followers. They believed in the impossible because Jesus was the impossible.
He’s got this.