In the wee hours...

of last night, Son the Elder had a seizure. On this occasion he was kicking the walls, it should have awakened the whole house. It did not wake me - the Mrs did that. As usual I went running, as usual I arrived as it was ending.

He was unhappy - who could blame him! But not agitated and angry like he gets when his diaphragm is part of the seizure and prevents breathing - "I'll take it", thought I as I sat with him, rubbed his back while normal breathing returned.

While sitting with him, I thought, "how normal he looks", at rest.

He will have to wait. We will too.

We confess in the Apostle's Creed, "I believe in...the resurrection of the body".

As Christians we do not believe that eternity is a place of the disembodied. We have to wait for the Last Day, the day of the Resurrection of the body. We are not vapor. We are not emptiness. And while this body of death may seem like something we can do without  -- what with aches and pains, bits of flesh we wouldn't miss, seizures and whatnot...

we are incomplete without bodies. 

What we consider "normal" is normal in this fallen world - it is what we normally encounter. It is not normal however in the sense of  the design or plan. When God the Son became incarnate, taking on human flesh, much of what he did here was to turn things back to the original design. Those miracles were in a sense undoing the fall. He wasn't just here going "ZAP!, me be Gawd, take that!"

It gives comfort to look ahead to the resurrection of the body, when Son the Elder will be well.