Today I turned 34, so I have officially lived longer than Jesus did on this earth. Notice that I have to qualify it for those of you who read this and thought that I was incorrectly stating that I have existed longer than Jesus. Never would I assert that. I do morn the fact that my religious ideas and teaching have not been radical enough to cause my death, but I'm guessing that my family and friends at church are grateful for this (thought perhaps have considered my ideas out there). I also know that if I live for another 34 years I will fall far short of Jesus' wisdom, courage, sacrifice, and submission. But today I can jump for joy because I finally beat Jesus at something. Sure, he has won victory over death and sin. He is over all and God has placed him at the right hand of the heavenly throne. Technically he is still alive, which is why I said "on earth." And technically he is on earth because his people, the church, carry within them the Spirit of Christ according to Paul. So, while my winning is diminishing, I'm still holding on to it.
I say all of this to say, I woke up this morning thinking, "WOW, I made it longer than Jesus did!" I really don't know what to make of this, but it just hit me. What also hit me was just how much I would be leaving behind if I died, there is something about being 30-something that moves you into a new realm in which the possibilities of your 20s begin to take root and start to become reality. When Jesus was wrestling with God in the garden, I think I understand it better today. Surely there was a better way. Surely God could think of it, or at least make it happen. Interesting enough, I'm grateful for the death of Jesus and his resurrection, and I'm grateful that as long as I live, I live the life of the resurrection in my earthly body and then in my heavenly body. I win (thanks to Jesus) whether I live long or die. Happy Easter (Resurrection Day).
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