Of this is no small proof, but rather an evident warrant – the fact that it is despised by all Christ’s disciples, and that they all take an aggressive stance against it and no longer fear it.
Instead, by the sign of the Cross, and by faith in Christ, they tread it down as dead.
For of old, before the divine sojourn of the Saviour took place, even to the saints death was terrible, and all wept for the dead as though they perished.
But now that the Saviour has raised His body, death is no longer terrible. For all who believe in Christ tread death under foot as nothing, and choose rather to die than to deny their faith in Christ.
For they verily know that when they die they are not destroyed, but actually begin to live, and become incorruptible through the Resurrection.
And they know that the devil that once maliciously exulted in death, once death’s pains were loosed, remained the only one truly dead.
And a proof of this is, that before men believe Christ, they see in death an object of terror, and play the coward before him.
But when they are gone over to Christ’s faith and teaching, their contempt for death is so great that they even eagerly rush upon it, and become witnesses for the Resurrection the Saviour has accomplished against it.
For while still tender in years they make haste to die – and not men only, but women also, exercise themselves by bodily discipline against it.
So weak has death become, that even women who were formerly deceived by him, now mock at him as dead and paralyzed.
When a tyrant has been defeated by a real king, and bound hand and foot, then all that pass by laugh him to scorn, buffeting and reviling him, no longer fearing his fury and barbarity, because of the king who has conquered him.
In the same way, death has been conquered and exposed by the Saviour on the Cross, and bound hand and foot.
And all they who are in Christ, as they pass by, trample on death, and witnessing to Christ scoff at death, jesting at him, and saying what has been written against him of old:
“O death, where is thy victory? O grave, where is thy sting?”
Athanasius of Alexandria (c.293-373): On the Incarnation, 27.