1 Corinthians 15:53 For this perishable body must put on imperishability, and this mortal body must put on immortality.
A young girl spent a lot of time in the woods, which were full of “treasures”. After a day in the woods, at night she would line them up on her bed: fat flakes of mica, buckeyes bigger than shooter marbles, blue jay feathers, bird bones and — if she was very fortunate — a cicada shell, one of those dry brown bug bodies you can find on tree trunks when the 17-year locusts come out of the ground. She liked the cicada shells for at least two reasons.
First, because they were horrible looking, with their huge empty eye sockets and their six sharp little claws. By hanging them on her sweater or — better yet — in her hair, she could usually get the prettier, more popular girls at school to run screaming away from her, which somehow evened the score.
She also liked cicada shells because they were evidence that a miracle had occurred. They looked dead, but they weren’t. They were just shells. Every one of them had a neat slit down its back, where the living creature inside of it had escaped, pulling new legs, new eyes, new wings out of that dry brown body and taking flight. At night she could hear them singing their high song in the trees. If you had asked them, I’ll bet none of them could have told you where they left their old clothes.
That is all the disciples saw when they got to the tomb on that first morning –two piles of old clothes.
Some day we will leave behind the “old shell” of this life and exchange it for a new one!
Christ Jesus lay in death’s strong bands for our offenses given;
but now at God’s right hand he stands and brings us life from heaven.
Therefore let us joyful be and sing to God right thankfully
loud songs of hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Christ has crushed the pow’r of hell; now there is naught but death’s gray shell—its sting is lost forever. Hallelujah!