There was a time when I was younger that I would morbidly wonder what my funeral would be like. Secretly I hoped that as a ghost I would have the opportunity to hover above a congregation gathered together to mourn and remember me. I would hope that I would be missed, and that great things would be said about me. It would be a bleak affair over all. I selfishly would think about how everyone needed to focus on me for that brief period in time.
Why am I rekindling these old daydreams? I recently finished a great series called Not A Fan from author Kyle Idleman. In the Christian realm this is a pretty well known study and book, being released around 4 years ago.
I know, I’m late to the party.
The last video in the study, and the conclusion of the study ends at a funeral. The first discussion question asks what people would say about you at your funeral. The daydream has been brought back into the limelight, and this time I’m not excited. I’m not thrilled about introspectively taking an inventory of my life and death and what people would say about the things I’ve done and not done. I can’t help but panic and think that I’ve not done enough. Has my life had enough meaning? Have I done a good job at being a Christian? Did I do the things Jesus wanted me to do? What would people say?
Stop. Take a breath. You’re missing the point.
Earlier in the study, the author talks about a saying he has spray painted on a wall in his closet. “I Die Daily”. It’s a saying that comes directly out of 1 Corinthians 15:31 (ESV) which Paul says, “I protest, brothers, by my pride in you, which I have in Christ Jesus our Lord, I die every day!” It seems like an odd thing to say, even boast about, that one would die daily. I can’t think of a lot of people who get super stoked about something and claim they die to it daily. I think, however, Paul is onto something here, and it’s a prayer that I personally want to start praying daily.
Each day I need to die daily to my personal agenda, and allow God to direct my decisions. I shouldn’t need to worry about the things that are said at my funeral, because each day I’m already dying to myself in order to let God take control. John said it simply, “He must increase, but I must decrease” (John 3:30)
I’m putting this on the internet for two reasons. The first reason is accountability. I fail at this, ironically, daily. If I’m not honest about my failures, then there’s no room for Christ to grow. If I post this on the internet, then I’ve created at least a temporary bubble of accountability to pursue this prayer. The second is to encourage anyone would would read this. There is no better moment and opportunity then right now to surrender to Christ, and die daily so that He might be greater in your life.
This is my new daily prayer
I die daily.
Reposted from We Share A Name