The trampling of death

So tonight I will celebrate the desolation of death, the trampling down of death. This is so good that it surpasses words, but being a non-artistic man I have no alternative way to express myself other than through my limited words. The image I have chosen concerns a battle with a demon, in this case Gandalf's enemy from the ancient realm, a balrog. I think Christ going down to hell and vanquishing it would have been even more harsh than Gandalf's battle; just think how cool that will be to learn about in the coming life! Christ's victory over death allows us to smile at our demons and twig their noses. Christ's victory allows me to point out that even death has no sting for those holding to Christ's very great promise.

Yes tonight even I will sing of Christ's glorious resurrection; where He tramples down death by His own death, hoodwinking the demons and mocking the sting of hell. O what else matters?

The processional hymn we sing gives the clue:

Your Resurrection, O Christ our Saviour,
The angels in heaven sing,
Enable us on earth to glorify You
In purity of heart.

Thus the answer to what matters: to give God His due. Note: no mention is made about how agreeable this will be for us; there is merely an indication that we must glorify Him, and that His trampling of death affords us an opportunity to do this with a pure heart. This is useful to know, for the beating those demonic forces received must have been incredible and smashing. So the time now is a sort of clean up battleground where the skirmishes are part of that ungodly fallout. Thus tonight I will go to Church keeping in my mind that I must continue to fight my own balrog.

Ah, balrog, you haven't learned the futility of kicking against the goads of God! For He is Risen indeed!