I believe that I know very little, but if I know one thing
at this time in my life, it’s that I must begin to remember who I am or I will lose
myself and lose a much larger battle.
It isn't about me—and that’s just it. Selfishly I want to
possess myself but in order to do that, I have to completely forget my own
definition of who I am and sacrifice it for the identity of Whose I am.
Christ died to give me His name, to write me in the book of
life, and yet time after time I go back to that book and say “no. I will forget
that life. I will selfishly hang onto my own self-definitive. I will cling to
death.”
I forget that years ago I looked over the history of where
God has brought myself and my family and chose His truth. In that decision, I said that I would literally forget
myself and the flesh of my heritage and believe what He has said about me and
radically apply it to my heart and let it change my being and very way of life.
But I've forgotten that. I've chosen the crummy-old-me. How
ironic, that, such lack of confidence in who I really am now—a person who is
now hidden in Christ—can be such an ungodly act? It is wrong and sinful to look
upon the definition of my identity and say that it is not enough.
So, selflessly, I must refuse my feelings of low self-esteem
and say that because Jesus gave me His
life to live, it’s not what I think about myself anymore but what He thinks
about me, and to choose differently from that would be to choose death and to refuse
Christ.
The Christian life cannot be lived out it in the rags of a
peasant, but walked out in the riches of the King. I must choose His life or I
will not survive this world, fulfill the new dictum He gave me, or pass unto the
Kingdom of the next life with Him.
I have not a choice; I
must choose Life.
