I woke up this morning with dying on my mind, not the physical type of death but the spiritual. I grew up with a well-known phrase:
“A coward dies a thousand deaths, but a soldier dies but one.” ― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms.
I keep telling myself what lies we are fed. We are often told to be tough but not strong. Make sure you are aggressive, not assertive. If you have an ounce of fear, you’re not courageous. Look down on others because they are different than you. Mistreat the sinners because God knows they deserve it. Spit on those who try to shine your shoes. The list of lies goes on and on.
A coward actually never dies. They run from death. It is a true soldier in God’s army that dies a thousand deaths. Funny how we don’t hear many discussing such an important topic. Death was part of Yeshua’s journey. After each death, Yeshua arose stronger than the last. Until His final death, which conquered death and the grave. Why do we fear the very thing that we need? What if others rely on your deaths to show them the way, the truth, and to life?
“Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.” (Luke 9:23).
“Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires” (Galatians 5:24).
“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit” (John 12:24).