I live with stage 4 kidney cancer. By all accounts, I should not be here. My body is slowly failing, yet somehow it keeps holding on. The doctors do not quite understand it, and honestly, neither do I. But I do know this: I am a walking miracle.
And yet, even in the middle of this tension, my body weakening while God keeps me here, I can say with absolute confidence: I will never die.
That may sound shocking. People look at me and see a man battling cancer, a body wearing down. But that is only the outside story. The deeper story is what Jesus promised when He stood at the tomb of Lazarus and said:
“I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?”
That is the whole thing right there. Do you believe this?
Jesus did not deny the reality of physical death. He knew Lazarus was dead. He knew His own death was days away. But He also knew that death is not the last word for those who trust Him. Yes, the body stops. But the person, the spirit, the life of God in you, never ceases. The believer never sees separation from God.
That is what Jesus calls eternal life. Not just endless time in some far-off heaven. Eternal life is a quality of life you enter into the moment you believe. Jesus defined it Himself:
“And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.”
Eternal life is knowing the Father. Not knowing about Him, but knowing Him. Walking with Him. Hearing His voice. Living in His love.
That is why I can sit here today and tell you with a straight face, I will never die. Because death has already been swallowed up in victory. The sting of it has been drawn out. It can no longer separate me from the Father who holds me.
Every breath I take is already eternal life. Every prayer, every whisper of His Spirit inside me, every moment when His peace steadies me, that is eternity breaking in right now. My body may be weak, but the life of Christ in me is unshakable.
Let me put it this way. What most people call death for the believer is nothing more than stepping out of one room into another. Paul called our bodies tents, temporary, fragile, worn by the weather. But the real me does not live in the tent. The real me is already joined to Christ, seated with Him in heavenly places. One day this tent will collapse, but in that moment, I will simply move into the eternal house already waiting for me in the Father’s presence.
That picture gives me rest. Paul said,
“For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.”
He also wrote,
“We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”
My body may fail, but the real me, the soul and spirit made alive in Christ, will step into a dwelling that can never decay. Death is not a wall. It is a doorway. For the believer, it is not an ending, but a moving day.
That is why I do not fear. I may grieve what is happening to my body. I may feel the weight of pain. But fear has no place. Because when Jesus said,
“Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die,”
He meant exactly that. And I believe Him.
Here is the miracle. You can have the same confidence. This is not about being religious, perfect, or worthy. It is about trust. About saying yes to Jesus and stepping into His life. The same life that raised Him from the dead becomes your life. Eternal life does not start at your funeral. It starts the moment you believe.
So I will repeat it. I will never die. My body may fail. Someday my family may lay me in the ground. But that will not be the end of me. The real me will be more alive than ever, caught up in the embrace of the Father I already know.
And you can have that same assurance. Right now. Today.
So Jesus’ question becomes mine to you. Do you believe this?