As I sat in my church's Lord's Supper service this morning, one of the brothers brought up the point that the same visitor might ask the same questions of us in that meeting. You're celebrating the body and blood of a dead man? You're singing songs about His suffering? You're meditating on how he was beaten and crucified? Why are you obsessed with death?
...but they simply had some points of disagreement with him about ... a dead man, Jesus...
They aren't new questions. Why celebrate this dead man, Jesus? Why the obsession with death?
... whom Paul asserted to be alive.
We aren't obsessed with death. We are obsessed with life. He came, He died, He LIVES that we might have life, and have it abundantly. By proclaiming his death, we proclaim His Life. By celebrating His death, we celebrate His life...and ours.
(Scripture taken from Acts 25:19)