Every now and then a song catches me by surprise, captures my attention, my imagination -- gets me fired up. Today, as I rounded the corner on my way home, my radio was turned down low, but suddenly I was aware of the lyrics being sung:
On the third day, behold the King!
On the third day, death has no sting!
On the third day, we're forgiven and reconciled!
Today was one of those days I woke up a little fired up. I'm not sure why, but after spending time with the Lord this morning, I just felt a heightened sense of His magnificence in every aspect of my life and the world in general. I've written before that sometimes His majesty just overwhelms me. It was kind of like that.
On Sunday, my discipleship group had a discussion about "praying on our spiritual armor." Our pastor has often encouraged us to do this, so as we began a six-week emphasis on spiritual warfare, I asked how many of them actually make a habit of praying on their armor. Rather quickly, someone said, "I don't. I don't pray it on because I never take it off!" I've been chewing on that ever since. The helmet of salvation. The breastplate of Christ's righteousness. The belt of God's Truth. These are items in which I am meant to live, not put on and take off at will.
Then, this afternoon, those lyrics, "On the third day death has no sting! On the third day we're forgiven and reconciled!" And, I realized why I was so moved. Entirely too often, I fail to really live, walk, ABIDE in this Truth. It's the third day. Death has no sting. Nothing separates me from God's love. I can enter the Holy Place and find mercy. I am FREE.
I am crucified with Christ, and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. And, the life I live in the flesh, I live by faith in the One who loved me and gave Himself for me. Galatians 2:20
Day Three.
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