Soul, it’s been less than 24 hours and I need to write you again.
I’m sorry, first, good morning. Have some coffee. Sit down and please listen to me.
Soul, I need you to die today. Here. Mop up that spilled coffee. I’m sorry.
But soul, I need you to die today. I need you to stop flirting with the cross and start believing in all 3 posts. Soul, I need you to fully die with your Savior today.
It’s an everyday thing, soul. So I’m sorry if we have to come here again but you’re very good at dying half way. You’ve become very good at dying to the things that don’t cost you much. You’ve died to vices that we’ve never really struggled with. And we applaud ourself for the effort.
Soul, I need you to give up the things you hold so tightly. I need you to die to love of praise. I need you to die to wanting to be a very big deal. Soul, I need you to die to the love of security. Soul, I need you to stop leaning half on your Savior and half on your own devices.
Soul, your devices have filled up our yard. They’ve cluttered our home. I can’t invite company over without me feeling cramped in my own soul. When friends speak you think of how it will benefit you. When someone needs us, you groan with the time lost. I’m tired of it, soul.
Soul, I need you to die today.
I don’t think you’ll stay there – in the grave. I have some doubts as it is quite painful to think about: fully dying. I believe but am still shameful of my unbelief. Soul, I know, it’s hard to say.
But I need you to trust that dying things make resurrected things. Soul, I need you to trust that your Savior didn’t stay in the grave. The cross wasn’t the end.
Soul, today, in all the small things that clutter up our home, I need you to die.
I think our Savior wants to practice resurrection today and I don’t want to be left out.