I have borrowed from all of my tomorrows to fill today with more than it can contain in a poorly-conceived, idealistic grasping after comfort.
My fears, my certainties of inadequacy, are driven by such bonds of debt, obligations to tomorrows which cannot be met in today’s currency of unsecured hope.
In folly, I have borrowed. In arrogance, I have stumbled.
My weakness has produced and strengthened my chains.
My chains have brought me unto a death.
A death has prevented life.
A death has borne life.
“For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus’ sake . . . ”
For Jesus’ sake, but unto death nonetheless.
Sounds noble, is painful. Vain? Like dying.
Dying to be living?
“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.”
“So then death worketh in us, but life in you.”
Who? You? Us?
“Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus . . .”
But I came here of my own weakness, my own vanity, my own folly, my own ingratitude, my own, mine.
“Can anything good come from Nazareth?”
“That sin, by the commandment, might become exceeding sinful.”
Debt. A promise which tomorrow cannot bear. Tomorrow is only real when it is today. Today is always inadequate to its obligations.
Where then is hope?
“Yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.”
“Take no thought for the morrow . . .”
But I have sold myself into slavery unto it. It lords over me in expectation of calamity, in the assurance of brokenness.
“The law of the spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath set me free from the law of sin and death.”
“There is therefore, now, no condemnation . . .”
“The assurance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen.”
Bankruptcy. Emptiness. Vanity. Overwhelming need coated in desperation and soaked in abject poverty.
“Corruption must put on incorruption.”
“Apart from me, ye can do nothing.”
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”
“Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.”
“Nevertheless I live.”