Ain’t No Grave Gonna Hold My Body Down
“Oh, there was a battle, a war between death and life
And there on a tree, the lamb of God was crucified
And he went on down to hell, he took back every key
And he rose up as a lion and he set all captives free” (from Ain’t No Grave)
Young Claude Ely was twelve years old in 1934. Despite his young age Claude, sick with tuberculosis, was dying. He claims to have spontaneously been inspired to perform and ultimately write the song “Ain’t No Grave” while his family was praying over him.
Now that is some inspiration.
Maybe I should get my family to pray over me.
It’s Easter.
I was listening to some music on YouTube this week, music videos created by the folks at Christ Church in Easton, Maryland, including one of “Ain’t No Grave”, and had a flashback to Easter of 2020. Deep in the woes of the pandemic, on that Easter Sunday, Kim and I had a sunrise service by ourselves with coffee and the internet on the patio, under the canopy with the fire pit. That morning Kim shared a music video with me that someone had shared with her.
It was awesome.
That was the beginning of an online relationship with Christ Church’s music videos, which were and remain extremely well done, as well as the sermons of Father Bill Ortt.
My friend Frank, who, about a month after that Easter Sunday in 2020 would pass away from complications of the Covid virus, was always encouraging and once told me to keep writing and that I could weave a good story.
I don’t know how true that is anymore, but I felt the same about Bill Ortt’s sermons. He could weave a story into a sermon better than anyone I had ever heard before or since.
Kim and I were fortunate to have attended a couple of services live at Christ Church in Easton and met briefly many of those we had come to be familiar with in the videos.
Unfortunately for us, but good for him, Bill Ortt has since retired, but I still go back and listen to his sermons and his stories from time to time.
Young Claude Ely eventually recovered from his illness and became a songwriter and preacher.
I suppose one could argue that we have never fully recovered from ours. We lost friends, learning time, worship opportunities, job routines; many suffer long term post covid or post vaccine health issues. We lost time with family, time that with some family will never be able to be made up.
Now it’s five years later, and whatever change we experienced is now baked into our routines, and except for the occasional reminder, it seems like ages ago.
And unlike that Easter Sunday in April of 2020, we are able to worship together again. My mother, Kim, and I attended the Easter service at the Milton Methodist Church in Woolford along with 78 members of our Woolford church family.
It’s Easter.
And if you believe like I believe, you know there ain’t no grave that can hold us.
And today we celebrate that.
And so, we have hope.
Because we received Grace.
Happy Easter.
Jesus said unto her, “I am the resurrection and the Life. He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live
Postscript:
That first video Kim shared on Easter morning from Christ Church was one featuring James Coleman titled “Jesus I Believe.”
The photo above was taken this morning at church. The lily “tree” behind us was built by my father, originally for poinsettias at Christmas, but they leave it up year round now.