I woke up dead this morning. I saw a splinter of light pierce the cave’s darkness, I heard the sounds of a rooster, I tasted sweet and sour flavors, I smelled the stench of death and the perfume of life, and the sheets touched my body. My spirit confirmed my body’s demise and the rest was a surprise. Unable to see with my eyes, hear with my ears, taste with my tongue, smell with my nose, or touch with my hands, I sensed His call to rise, stand, walk, run, and fly into action and life.
The beacon of light shone bright. Even blind eyes could see its glow. The voice was clear, even to deaf ears. The taste made my haste urgent. The light’s sweet fragrance beckoned from beyond the dark’s cold stench. I wanted to touch the light. How could I sense what was beyond my senses? Are there more than five? How many senses are there?
How can I be dead but alive? Am I a dead man walking? Am I a zombie? The zombies I’ve read about and seen on screens are hungry for flesh and feed on others’ brains. I’m neither hungry for flesh nor brains. I’m not a zombie. But I sometimes feel like I’m surround by flesh eating, brain stealing, soul robbing walking death.
No, I’m not a zombie. The supernatural power that gives life beyond death is not the same as the power that gives death after death.
Beckoned by the Light himself, I followed His Light and His call out of the cave. My bones ached, my muscles stretched, and the sheets fell to the bed. Stumbling, fumbling, but not grumbling, others helped untangle me as we moved closer to the Light. I’m among the walking dead, but we’re alive in Him. I want to know Him and the power that raised Him from the dead. I want to suffer with Him, to become like Him in His death and win the war over the dark, cold, lonely death after death. I believe.
Believe! I’m adding belief beyond the five senses to my list. The supernatural gift of believing beyond sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch is out of this world. Thank God!
I was a zombie, but now I live what’s left of life in this decaying body on a dying planet believing the Son of God. He loved me first, even when I was unlovable. He lives in me, around me, through me, and goes before me, after me, beside me, above me, and beneath me.
This body needs to rest. It’s dying. It’ll see the inside of the cave again, but the cold darkness can’t get to me through Him. He promised. I believe.
I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me1.
For me! Others have died before me, after me, around me, beside me, above me, beneath me, and because of me, but He died for me. For me!
I write a blog, record a podcast, and sometimes do a vlog. Blogging, vlogging, and podcasting is easier than ever but maybe more dangerous than ever, too. I follow some and some follow me. I’ve made mistakes, more than most, some more than once, so I can’t judge you or your mistakes. I follow Jesus. He fixes mistakes. He forgives them – past, present, and future. He’s the reason I blog, vlog, podcast, and do anything. The internet could not contain all He’s done, all He’s doing, or all He’ll do. I hope the little I do helps you believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you have life in His Name.
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- Galatians 2:20 ↩