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…