The grave may be our destination, but it is not our destiny. There is risen life to come. In airline terms, it is like a transit lounge, a place where we wait between legs of our journey, but not our final destination. Wherever that may be for each of us, and for however long we may end up there, each of us can say, “I shall rise again!” Death is no longer a threat in the way it was. It has been defeated in Christ. The signs of aging are no longer a threat but a promise. Gray hair and deepening lines