Os Guinness, wonderful Christian author, told a story I heard once about a Japanese haiku poet. And I have to admit that’s the first time I’ve probably ever read one of those things! But this guy’s name was Issa; I can’t pronounce his first name. But this poet had a tragic life. His mother died when he was young and he lived in the 17th  century or so. He got married and had a child that immediately died and then another daughter who died when she was very young as well. So his life was one of basically tragedy from beginning to end. And distressed by all that tragedy he went to visit a Zen Buddhist master. He himself was a practicing Buddhist. And as he talked to this Zen master, the master concluded with these words. “The world is an illusion. Like the morning dew, our lives will evaporate with the rising sun." That's pretty standard Buddhist theology. The world is an illusion. Issa then wrote his most famous haiku after visiting with the Zen Buddhist master. A haiku is a very short poem. Here's what he wrote. "The world is dew. The world is dew. And yet, and yet." From the moment that all of us here first understand just what death is, we all know instinctively that death requires an “and yet.” We spend our lives searching for that “and yet.” In other words, we long for something more beyond this life. And here in 1 Corinthians 15 tonight, Paul gives us hope for the “and yet” that we all face when our lives are over.