“For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it.” (Lu 9:24 AV)
I know there is a debate regarding this verse. There are some who believe this challenge only applies to salvation. There are others who believe this challenge is one of total discipleship. These disputes are founded in the context of the particular gospel in which this account is found. Personally, I believe it applies to both. What started at salvation must continue likewise to a total commitment to discipleship. Having laid this foundation, the question presents itself. Have we gotten to the point of losing ourselves for the sake of finding ourselves? What exactly does that mean. It appears above that if we do not lose ourselves, we become trapped. If we lose ourselves, we are free and are saved from whatever it was which entrapped us.
One
of the scariest times of my life was when my wife and I were traveling from Paducah,
Kentucky to Nashville, TN. We were headed
east on route twenty-four. It was the
winter months and the temperature was right around freezing. Interstate twenty-four and plenty of raised
elevations and small bridges over roadways.
The speed limit was seventy miles-an-hour and we were traveling about
sixty. I knew the roads were a bit slick
so I wasn’t pushing it. A raised elevation
came up and we hit that bridge going sixty miles-an-hour. I felt the front wheels starting to lose
traction. We had hit a patch of black
ice. The bridge was probably one hundred
and fifty feet long. The first instinct
would be to hit the breaks. I did not do
that. The second would be to accelerate
hoping to gain traction. I did not do
that either. Either one of those choices
was very bad. What I did was to
disengage the cruise control and take my feet away from both the gas and the
break. I turned the wheel only very
slightly if at all. What I did was to
yield to the conditions of the roadway and not make any sudden or panicked
responses to something that was out of my control. In order to save our lives, I had to relinquish
control over them. We lived through it! From that point forward, whenever a bridge loomed
in the distance, I took my foot off the gas and allowed the are to slow, passing
over the black ice and allowed the car to dictate the safest path to travel. Another short example to prove the opposite. My childhood friend Scott Benson and I used
to love riding the tilt-o-wheel at our local amusement park. The thing about the tilt-o-wheel was the more
you yielded to what the car was prone to do, the better the ride. The more you fought centrifugal force, the
more you could hurt yourself. Sore muscles
were the result if you tried to control the ride contrary to its nature.
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