It’s Good Friday. The day that Jesus Christ of Nazareth willingly went to the cross, an innocent Man, as a perfect sacrifice for our sin. He humbled Himself to the point of death and despised the shame of the cross.
Today I remember Him. The One who bore the punishment for my sin so that I could live a life free of condemnation. So that I could walk with my Father daily and experience His Spirit upon me.
Today is a good day to die.
I started team time with this statement. For too long, I have been holding back the word of God from believers around me for fear of my own rejection. I wanted to save my own skin; I wanted to maintain the favor of men. There is a time for patiently walking alongside a sister and loving her through her trials—that time is still continuing onward. But there is also a time to say the hard things, to speak the truth in love so that others can rise into the great calling that God has for them.
Am I willing to die?
Am I willing to love others to the point of my own hurt? Am I willing to sacrifice popularity? Am I willing to be a spiritual sounding board or dumping grounds? Am I willing to speak forth the words the Lord has given me?
Or do I shy away from the hard kind of love, the precious kind? The kind that will fight for those that don’t want to be fought for, the kind that continues to love, the kind that continues to pray even though no one will ever see. Is my love an expensive offering or is it cheap and flimsy? Is it retracted as readily as it’s given, or am I willing to pour out even when I feel like I have nothing left?
To come to the end of myself is to come to the beginning of Jesus. He is glorified in my weakness, He can take all the credit because I know I’m not doing anything except yielding and obeying.
Submit to Christ to find He’s made you master over much. Die to yourself so that you can gain life.
Are you willing to risk it all to find that there’s always been so much more?
