After seeing the Rubens exhibit with all its many paintings of Jesus alive and dead, I was almost startlingly reminded that Jesus died. We concentrate so much on how he’s alive and resurrected and lives forever, but there was indeed a time when Jesus was dead, and what a terrible time that must have been! His body for all to see, a corpse, dead and clammy and rotting, and his followers mourned. And whenever we mourn a loved one’s death, we feel what the Father felt, what his followers felt, and suddenly we are closer to the experience of the Son.