In worship this past weekend a line was sung about death having no grip on me. It struck a chord in my heart as the finality of that statement sunk in. Because of what Jesus did for us on the cross, not only does death have no grip; it also means that sickness and disease have no grip. Having gone through some extreme physical attacks in the past two years and now walking in renewed health and strength, I was brought to tears in thankfulness. I was now experiencing this reality and my faith was stirred. Then we took communion…