“So, come what may, I’ll let no one take this death from
me!” Milton Vincent
Sounds weird, right?
Someone ready to fight for
death? Not exactly how we think about
death right? I normally think of
avoiding death at all costs and even can fear death for my loved ones or myself. However, for those who know and are known by
Christ, death is nothing to be feared (not mortal or spiritual) but instead is
something to be embraced…even pursued.
And that has been where I am lately.
Now, I am not talking about my mortal body dying. No, I am talking about the daily dying of my
flesh.
These kinds of experiences happen periodically in my life,
and I have come to see that they are for my good. In these times I find myself constantly
having to say no to myself and yes to something better and greater (though it
doesn’t always feel that way). What has
brought on this experience right now you may ask? THE MOVE!
While I can honestly say that I see so much of God’s grace to me---I
have only had moments of feeling overwhelmed;
it is not the over-arching feeling---there is still that battle that rages
within. I can see my SELFISHNESS
completely come to the fore. I want
things done my way and in my time. I can
even see my tendency to trample on my precious husband who serves me so
graciously because of a desire to want things done how I prefer them to be
done. Last night was one such instance:
instead of being thankful for progress my husband was making with unpacking, I
was overwhelmed with a mess. A
mess. Ummm, Charlotte, what do you think
is supposed to happen when you are unpacking boxes and having to sort through
things!?! Alas, I repented to my man and
he graciously forgave me for my panicky response. And truly, my husband has been
incredible! He has done most of the
unpacking while I have taken care of our little one and myself. And he has done it joyfully as he has desired
to serve me. I am humbled by him. But that battle still rages. I will feel guilty for being 8 months
pregnant with a shoulder injury and not able to help him. In my pride I don’t want to be served, I want
to serve so I can feel worthwhile and useful.
I want to ignore what my husband says—that I am serving him by taking
care of myself and our almost 3 year old right now who is struggling through
the transition of a move. Yes, I see my
selfishness and pride come to the fore.
My daughter has had so many meltdowns in the past few days that I have
not known how to help her. I just want
the easy life again (you know, when I don’t have to put forth effort in loving
my little one---when it is easier). I
can even see my selfishness come out when thinking about our baby coming. Life may be hard. I don’t know what her needs will be. I can feel overwhelmed. And my thoughts will once again be yearning
for the “easy life.”
But, THANK GOD that He doesn’t want the easy life for
me. No, He requires me to die to myself
daily. He is faithfully rooting out my
selfishness and pride. He wants to slay
this flesh and that, folks, is a bloody, ugly process. It is not easy to say no to our selfish wants
and desires. And we all know these wants
and desires---they are the ones that become idols. The ones we are ready to INSIST on, to fight
for, to say they are our RIGHT. And they
may not be bad in and of themselves (you know, it is not bad of me to want to
help my husband unpack UNLESS it will be more harmful to me and stressful to
him). We know that any good want can
become evil. But, oh, the rewards. Oh the sweet wonder that fills up a life bent
on taking its cross up daily. When we
are willing to deny our own wants and desires for the sake of following God’s
good Word. When we are willing to TRUST
that God will lovingly meet all our needs even when our wants may not be met at
all or in the way we want them to. In my
case, I have seen infinite amounts of reward as God has enabled me to joyfully
sit back, humbly submit to my husband’s wise counsel, and trust my Heavenly
Father for all we need. I have enjoyed
the AMAZING GIFT of seeing God provide for things His word tells me to not
worry over. I have been blessed with
sweet fellowship with my husband instead of strife and anger that would come
from insisting on my own way. I have
seen the BLESSING of obeying my Savior and trusting
Him for my every need. Yes, this flesh
produces death and to live by the flesh produces strife in our hearts and with
those around us. But to kill this flesh
and look to our precious Savior produces blessing and PEACE. Sometimes the rewards are not so immediate as
they have been recently for me, but the ARE there---they will come.
I have read some in Milton Vincent’s, A Gospel Primer, the last few days. His words have been immeasurably helpful. Here are a few quotes:
For the
Bible tells me that I, too, was crucified on Christ’s cross. My old self was slain there, and my love
affair with the world was crucified there too.
The cross is also the place where I crucify my flesh and all its sinful
desires. Truly, Christ’s death and my
death are so intertwined as to be inseparable.
(p. 40)
God is committed to my
dying every day, and He calls me to that same commitment. He insists that every hour be my dying hour,
and He wants my death on the cross to be as central to my own life story as is
Christ’s death to the Gospel story. “Let
this same attitude be in you,” He says, “which was also in Christ Jesus…who
became obedient to death, even death on a cross.” Crucifixion hurts. In fact, its heart-wrenching brutality can
numb the senses. It is a gasping and
bloody affair, and there is nothing nice, pretty, or easy about it. It is not merely a death, but an excruciating
death. (p. 40)
I should expect every
day to encounter circumstantial evidence of God’s commitment to my dying; and I
must seize upon every God-given opportunity to be conformed more fully to
Christ’s death, no matter the pain involved. (p. 41)
And now to hope:
Indeed, on the other
side of each layer of dying lie experiences of a life with God that are far
richer, far higher, and far more intimate than anything I would have otherwise
known. (p. 42)
The death that Christ
died is the death to which I also am called, and the death to which I am called
is my entry point to union with Christ and life at its fullest. So, come what may, I’ll let no one take this
death from me!