Children of The Resurrection

A Reflection on Luke 20:27-40

The Sadducees walk up to Jesus thinking they're so clever. They've got this whole scenario worked out, seven brothers, one woman, whose wife is she in the resurrection? They're smirking because they don't even believe in resurrection. It's a trap question, a mockery. But watch what Jesus does. He doesn't get defensive. He doesn't dodge. He goes straight to the heart of their problem: "You are wrong, because you know neither the Scriptures nor the power of God." That one sentence should make all of us pause. How often do we box God in? How often do we think heaven works like earth, only shinier? Jesus is telling them, and us, that God's power is so far beyond our categories that we can't even ask the right questions yet. The resurrection isn't about who's married to whom. It's about becoming something we've never been before: deathless, imperishable, fully alive as children of God.

Then Jesus hits them with Moses and the burning bush. "I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob." Present tense. Right now. Those patriarchs aren't sleeping in some holding pattern waiting for the end times. They are alive to God this very second. Jesus is ripping apart the illusion that death is the end, that the grave gets the last word. He's saying God doesn't attach Himself to dead things, He's the God of the living. Everyone who belongs to Him is alive in Him, even if their body is in the ground. That's not metaphor. That's reality. The veil between this world and the next is thinner than we think, and on the other side, there's not emptiness, there's life, blazing and real and eternal.

Now picture Our Lady with her Rosary in hand. She knows this truth in her bones because she's living it. When she meditates on the Glorious Mysteries, she's not daydreaming about nice ideas, she's remembering what she witnessed and what she's experienced. She saw Jesus walk out of that tomb. She felt the wind of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost. She was assumed into heaven, body and soul, because God doesn't do things halfway. Mary is proof that what Jesus promised in Luke 20 isn't distant or abstract. It's already begun. When we pray those decades with her, we're learning to see past the surface of things. We're training our hearts to believe what looks impossible: that death is temporary, that our bodies will rise, that heaven is our true home and we're being prepared for it right now.

Look, today’s scripture isn't just theology to study, it's oxygen for your soul. If you really believe what Jesus says here, everything changes. Your grief doesn't disappear, but it shifts because you know the people you've lost aren't lost at all. Your fear of death loses its grip because you're a child of the resurrection and death can't hold you. Your struggles in this life, the pain, the confusion, the waiting, they're birth pangs, not the end of the story. Jesus looked the Sadducees in the eye and told them they had no idea what God could do. Don't make the same mistake. God is the God of the living. You are alive to Him right now, and one day, you'll be more alive than you ever thought possible. That's the gospel. That's the promise. That's what Mary is pointing us toward with every bead of the Rosary - Come and see. Come and live.

So, here's my challenge to you: pray the Rosary every day. Not out of obligation, but because Mary is waiting to walk with you through these mysteries, to show you what's real, to prepare your heart for the resurrection life that's already breaking into this world. Give her twenty minutes of your day and watch what happens. Consecrate yourself to her, let her form you, let her lead you closer to her Son. She's not just a saint we honor from a distance, she's our Mother, alive and active, interceding for us right now in the presence of the God of the living. When you put those beads in your hands, you're joining your prayer to hers, and there's no more powerful place to be. Let Mary teach you how to live like a child of the resurrection. Let her show you the way home.


©2025 James Dacey, Jr., OFS

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