Read Romans 6:1-14
I have been a Christian since I was five years old. It was January, 1977, when my dad answered my questions about changes I’d noticed in Him. All the talk about Jesus.
That night I decided I wanted it, too. I knew I’d done stuff that kept me separated from God. I wanted to be saved and go to heaven someday when I die.
My dad helped me pray and ask Jesus to forgive me. I asked Him to please take over my life and be my Lord. Then we called me born again and we told all our friends and we partied with the angels about my new forever life.
I have been one of God’s children ever since.
There have been seasons when it was hard to see. Like those last years in high school when I wanted popularity more than I wanted the real life Jesus offered. Or the next year in college when my desire for independence led to unwise choices with very real consequences.
The truth is, though, I died that night in 1977, when Jesus took over and gave me new life.
Even when nobody could see it, I have always wanted that newness of life. Still, even now, sometimes I forget the truth that my old self died so my new self in Jesus could flourish and really live.
Like when I’m in a conversation that’s headed toward something less-than-holy and I don’t want to seem holier-than-thou so I choose gossip and slander and grumbling over God’s holy and pure and encouraging.
Or I get sloppy with my cravings, and before I know it I’ve indulged in the sin God calls gluttony.
I died with Jesus so I can live for Him. It means I look for what God wants and give up what I think I want. I quit living for me and actually live to do what He has called me to do.
It means when I hear His wisdom tell me to step away from a conversation, I heed His advice. Because I know what He offers is way better than what I can dream up.
Maybe you forget sometimes, too.
I don’t know what tends to pull you in, but I know this — your life is not about you. Not if you’ve ever asked Jesus to be the Lord of your life. Because you died to that.
But now you live!