Dying to Live

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Martin Luther King Jr. once remarked that if a man (or a woman) has not found something to die for he isn’t fit to live; and while it is true that we must all decided what our ends will be I happen to believe that the measure of a man (or a woman) is ultimately defined by the things that keep us connected to the spirit of life. For me, the definitive question of our humanity does not pertain to death, but rather, to the things that inspire us to live because, in a manner of speaking, dying is easy.

 

This is not to suggest that dying does not demand sacrifice but the sacrifice of death can only be made once. This is not the case for living. The things that make living possible demand a daily sacrifice; they demand that we renew our commitment to the joy of being alive each morning that we rise to face the dawning of a new day. Living is hard; and those who specialize in the practice of this sacred art must first be inspired to create their day from the remains of the night before. Most of the people we know are not bad people but they suffer from a lack of inspiration and when there is nothing to motivate you progress is a possibility but not a certainty.

Never judge your life by how many breaths you take because a good life is determined by all the moments that take your breath away.

What makes you want to get out of the bed in the morning? What are you living for? What inspires you?

 

2 Responses to “Dying to Live”

  1. JACQUELINE says:

    This entry reminded me of a track by Biggie and Pac called Runnin’ (Dyin to live). The chorus says something like:

    Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight
    Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight
    Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
    Why am I dying to live, if I’m just living to die

    I have to admit there are times while visiting the G.S. community, those words are echoing in my head when I enter. The annointing on Dr. Sean & the Praise team are medicine for my spirit.

    What am I living for? Man that’s a hard one to answer. Sometimes I’m moving by faith, sometimes I’m moving by sheer obedience, rarely running, sometimes walking, often times crawling…but the STEPS are onward and upward with God’s help. This solider won’t quit until I hear God say, “Mission Accomplished”…

    There’s got to be more to life than the misdeeds of my youth and adulthood attempts at recovery… Anyway, thanks for acknowledging that “Walking it out” is easier said than done…that makes the mission more bearable when giving up is an impossible option. (JJ)

  2. Tammy Hickman says:

    I realized at the age of 31 that I could not make it without God. I often wondered why I was living and what made me get up, what motivated me. I didn’t have an answer. I always thought about what would be the right thing to say when and if I was ever asked. Still no answer. I was running for my life when I came to God. I had black dogs chasing me and I could not shake them. When I finally gave my life whole heartedly to God I found peace and love that I had never felt in my entire life. I realized that I had allowed man to take away who I thought I was. The new life that I have in Christ inspires me to bless everyone that I come into contact with. Most of all it let’s me know that I am loved just as I am. The fact that he died for me and my children and their children, is enough just to wake up with the opportunity to praise him and bless his name again.

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