“Dead people live here.” I was struck as I read that line. It came in the context of discussing the Cross–a sign of death. Yet, people wear them…around their necks, in their ears, tatooed into their skins. If the wearers are authentic–the line is true. “Dead people live here.”
That’s discipleship. Living life in the shadow of and under the influence of the cross of Christ. We are dead to self and to the world–at least, ideally (See Galatians 2:20). What matters now is living like we’re dead. What an incredible difference it makes when matters isn’t my comfort or my success, instead it’s what pleases God and impacts people.
I keep hoping the ideal becomes real. I keep hoping that the longer I linger in this life, the more dead I become so I can be even more alive than ever.
