Rise: The Great Fifty Days 20


Seest thou his noble soul? how even as one who is offering sacrifices for victory,

having become inspired and seeing already things future as things past, he

leaps and tramples upon death fallen at his feet, and shouts a cry of triumph

over its head where it lies, exclaiming mightily and saying, “O death, where is thy

sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” It is clean gone, it is perished, it is utterly

vanished away, and in vain hast thou done all those former things. For He not

only disarmed death and vanquished it, but even destroyed it, and made it quite

cease from being.


John Chrysostom, Homilies on First Corinthians, Homily XLII, v. 55


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