Unless a single grain falls and dies… lose your life to gain your life. It is for this reason that I come to this hour. To be lifted up. Lifted up like the snake on the pole in the desert. Lifted up. On an executioner’s cross. Unless a grain falls and dies… but when it does it bears much fruit.
The ruler of the world driven out, and ALL people drawn to me. When I am lifted up. Lose to gain.
Whoever serves me must follow me. Dang it. Why’d they have to add that line in there? 😉
Ahh the letting go. The facing up to the enemy of death. The faith that we will go through and come out the other side.
Resurrection. Life. Eternal.
Jeremiah says the covenant is now written on our hearts. And I believe that. I feel the draw. The calling forth. The Psalmist writes of crushed bones rejoicing. Of the restoration of the joy of salvation.
Letting go. Trusting in Goodness. Believing in the One. Unity. Union.
I know it. I do. I believe that letting go and losing to gain and dying and being lifted up… I believe that is the path. But I really do struggle with taking the next step on that path sometimes. Or all the times. With following the One. Bearing my own cross. I struggle.
So I take great respite from the words of John that say when Jesus came to this hour. He came to his hour. He knew it was his time. But John says he was “troubled.”
Troubled. In his soul. Our great high priest! So I guess the Christ does know how I feel.
Lord, please grant me the courage to let go. The strength to lose my life so that I may gain it. To Believe in the Ultimate Reality of Grace and Love and Hope. Of the Christ.