I am learning to die.
In order that I might have life.
“For if you live according to the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live.” romans 8:13
“Put to death therefore what is earthly in you…” colossians 3:4
“I have been crucified with Christ…” galations 2:20
My pride is insidious. My apathy is worse. The answer is easy: I need Jesus.
I need Jesus every moment of every day.
I need Jesus to keep me quiet sometimes (guarding me against saying unkind or untrue words).
I need Jesus to make me talk other days (speaking Truth or speaking praise).
I need Jesus to keep me from loathing my body (abhorring the constant pain).
I need Jesus to keep me from glorifying my body (forgetting that this is just a “tent”).
I need Jesus to have a desire to love people (because some days, with some people, I don’t).
I need Jesus to keep me from loving people more than I love Him (and value Him and His words supremely).
It is not easy. It is never finished.
Dying is hard work.