I’m Dying

graveIn his book, Joy in Your Life, Charles Spurgeon recalls a story of an elderly woman who when asked about the fear of dying replies, “Afraid to die, sir?  I have dipped my foot in Jordan every morning before breakfast, for the last fifty years, and do you think I am afraid to die now?”  In speaking to believers, Spurgeon says, “We die hundreds of times.  We ‘die daily’.   We die every morning; we die each night when we sleep; by faith we die.  And so, dying will be old work when we come to it.  We will say, ‘Ah, death, you and I have been old acquaintances.  I have had you in my bedroom every night.  I have talked with you each day.  I have had the skull upon my dressing table.  I have often thought of you.  Death, you have come at last, but you are a welcome guest.  You are an angel of light and the best friend I have had.’  Why dread death since there is no fear of God leaving you when you come to die?”

It’s easy to say that as a believer I welcome death. It’s another thing entirely to live it out daily. We live in such a self-focused, self-absorbed, self-centered world. Our very nature is selfish. Our very sin nature, that is. I know the struggle well. In an attempt to elevate self my own flesh, the world around me, and the great enemy cries out. Focus on you. Put yourself first. Look out for number one. Do what is best for you. Don’t worry about others. Think of yourself. Do whatever it takes to make you happy. These are the lies whispered in my ear.




Because of the infatuation with self. I want the easy life – not the one that is best.

I want happiness – not true joy.

I want to be without pain – not growing.

I want to be free of all troubles and trials – not be a witness.

But something within me recognizes the lies. My spirit is quenched. And in that fleeting moment of clarity I run back to the source of all truth. I pick up God’s Word and dwell in the reality of death – death to self.

As Paul addresses the Corinthians he says, “I die daily.”  In Colossians he exhorts us to put to death the old man and put on the new man.  For we are dead and our life is hid with Christ in God.  Like the dear saint in the story I should every day wake to die; die to myself, die to my flesh, die to my desires, die to my wishes, die to my wants.  There is victory over death; therefore there is a death that is welcome. And in that death, I live.  Life. Everlasting life.  Victorious life. Abundant life! This is my prayer. This is my desire. Die to self and live for Christ, a selfless life of sacrifice putting others first. To serve and love in the name of my Lord. To truly live.

“Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin. For he that is dead is freed from sin. Now if we be dead with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with him: Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him. For in that he died, he died unto sin once: but in that he liveth, he liveth unto God. Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord.”(Rom 6:6-11)

Within 50 Years


When I think about my life and all the blessings that God has showered down upon me I cannot help but praise Him for His great love. I could never add up all the mercy and goodness that my Father gives me. Blessings flow from Heaven daily. My life is a joy. It’s filled with peace and contentment.

Yet, there is a sobering thought in my mind lately. As wonderful as this life is probably within the next 50 years it will all be over. Scripture states it like this: Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. (James 4:14)  Within 50 years my time on earth will be gone, that is, if I live a full life. How many lives are cut short due to accidents and illnesses? Or perhaps, Christ will return even sooner. While the thought of the rapture or death to this soul holds no fear, I can only imagine how one might tremble at the thought who does not know Christ.

My husband is teaching Ray Comfort’s “The Way of the Master” Evangelism course on Wednesday nights. It’s amazing to watch the videos of them interviewing people on the streets. While most will agree that they think about death, most of them have no hope. And many of the ones that do have a small sliver of hope are deceived to believe a lie. It’s very sad. This morning I read the famous sermon by Jonathan Edwards, “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God.” After reading it my heart broke for all the people I know who are lost. I’m concerned and fear for those I don’t even know. My heart is filled with compassion and I’m convicted and burdened in that I don’t witness like I should.

My husband ask his class a few weeks ago why people don’t witness. Many of the answers were “because of fear”. While there is a truth to that statement I wish that was all there was to it. I will submit that it’s not fear as much as unconcern. Sometimes I feel like a sailor on ship content while there are people drowning in the sea. My captain gives the command to help those who are perishing but I stay dry and safe praising and loving my Captain on board. I pray God will give me concern and love for others.

Please go to http://www.repentamerica.com and read the sermon I mentioned. Let it work on your heart as you think about those who are lost.

Go to http://www.livingwaters.com and read the letter from the atheist.

Go to http://www.whatifimpretending.com and see the gravity of the situation that many are in today.

Remember, most of us will stand before God within the next 50 years. Will He be able to say, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant”?

That is my heart’s desire.