Had to die to some more things today.
When confronted with that need to lay some things aside and move on, I try to think of the Cross. It wasn’t just a physical death, but the death of Jesus’ own will as well: “Thy will be done”. I keep thinking about Jesus being a Man of Sorrows who was well acquainted with grief. He wants us to be conformed to His image.
I like the image of the conquering King leading the armies of Heaven on horseback into battle.
I’m not too keen on dragging my Cross and dying on it every day, multiple times a day.
I like the idea of a pony more than nails.
A.W. Tozer once told someone that when you saw a person carrying his cross from the city, you knew he wasn’t coming back.
Maybe that’s it: day by day, little by little, we carry a part of ourselves out to be crucified. You can’t follow Him without dying to self. There is no other way.
Messy, messy business, this crucified life.