I’ve been wondering lately about the nature of life. You could say I’ve been grappling with it my whole life. Here’s what I keep coming back to: no one gets out alive.
At least not in the bodies we were born into. And who would want to? Mine has:
A bit too much padding around the middle.
And came with only one kidney.
In a way, it was born worn out, already dying. At least that’s what the medical professionals tell us.
And so do the Scriptures. We are “born in sin, and shapen in iniquity.” Our parents, at the pinnacle of their earthly ecstasies, were breeding sinners.
We come out of the birth canal doubly dead: our cells have begun their divisive march towards eventual death, and we, long before our first cogent thoughts, have inherited our parents’ natures.
It is a sad situation.
But for Jesus–who said “you must be born again.” There is of course no crawling back into the womb again–no, this is a spiritual birth.
Even so, we will all still die: because life as we know it was not meant to be “survived.” The fact is: we either die to ourselves, or just finally, completely, utterly die.
Never again to rise.
We must be born again.
Are you born again?