Cremation confronts the tender place where theology and grief overlap. Burial has long carried a rich, embodied hope: a body laid gently into the earth, echoing Jesus’ own rest in the tomb and the seed-like promise that what is sown in weakness will be raised in power. For many believers, that act feels like a visible sermon—death as a doorway, not a wall.
Yet Scripture is just as clear that no element, no accident, and no method of death can imprison a single soul God intends to raise. Bodies lost to oceans, battlefields, fires, and time are no less reachable to the One who spoke galaxies from nothing. The truest question becomes not, “What will happen to my remains?” but, “In whom do I place my hope?” When the choice is made from faith, not fear, both dust and ash rest in the same sovereign hands.
