“My old self has been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me. So I live in this earthly body by trusting in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Galatians 2:20 NLT
Who I was isn’t alive anymore. The old “me” died because it was crucified with Christ. And now I am a new “me”, a new creation, home to Christ. But why do I keep trying to resuscitate the old “me”. A difficult situation crops up and instead of trusting in Jesus, so often my first thought is to open up the grave, take the lid off the coffin, and pull out this corpse in the mistaken expectation that it can solve my problems. And when I find that it can’t I become depressed, worried and anxious. Only then, when the damage is done and when suitably chastened, do I reach out to God. How daft is that? Yet, I’m sure we all do it. Or am I the only one? We have this wonderful Saviour, unlimited in grace, love and wisdom; He loved us so much that He died for us yet too often we choose to live our lives without Him, the old way. Hmmm….