aliI did not like anything Muhammad Ali stood for in life. I will not pretend I did now that he is dead.

I detested his arrogance and cowardice (when it comes to military service for his country). He was anti-America, anti-Christ…and, oh, so entertaining. He “danced like a butterfly and stung like a bee.” He fought epic battles with magnificent opponents. He captured the attention of a generation and was immortalized by the distinctive tones Howard Cosell.

He said he was “the greatest that ever lived.” Yet, for all his dancing like a butterfly, death still stung like a bee. The grave is his conqueror.

It shall not be so for even the weakest, most fragile among us whose faith is in Christ. Unlike Muhammad Ali, you and I may lift our hands despite our weakness and declare…

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. ~1 Corinthians 15:55-57

Plenty with access to more colorful words than I will eulogize “The Greatest That Ever Lived.”

 

I will, instead, remind you that “The Greatest that ever lived” needs no eulogy.

He lives still. And because He lives…

 

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By Gene

I am a lover, a fighter, and a midnight writer. I love football, hamburgers, and philosophical inquiries. I love Jesus more than any of that. I love my wife, my daughters, my grandson, and my English Setters, Huck and Finn. I also love Huck Finn...and other seminal characters in American literature. Like Gus McCrae. I love the English language. I love to dive into the wonders of its depth and splash around in the shallow end where colloquialisms and slang rule and reign.
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