an honorable death
i’m falling in love with a King who’s trying to kill me.
“unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies…” how terrifying is that thought? how final is that action? there is so much uncertainty in death. there is an unknown that begins past the point of death. i’m not talking about physical death although the idea of dying to self, and the sin-disease this flesh brings into the equation, is most assuredly always more painful than it’s physical counter-part.
“the old cross is a symbol of death. it stands for the abrupt, violent end of a human being” -a.w. tozer
“if anyone serves me, he must follow me….”, words spoken by a servant King on his way to the cross. not a man offering a great reward for a job well done, but a man handing over justice in the form of a cross. i find for me, death is something that could happen everyday.
i can’t get away from it. the constant theme of death.
what has my affections? what has stolen my heart? where do i put my hope? that is always the place i need to begin with. Lord you can have it. bring death. a quick and sudden death. lets not drag this out, not this time anyway.
and this is what i find in death, every time. that there is a Kings reward for submission. ”…if anyone serves me, the Father will honor him” if i come into alignment with Him, i will receive a Kings reward. Honor. i know i don’t deserve it, but that’s the beauty of it all.
