1What shall we say then? Shall we continue in sin, that grace may abound?
2God forbid. How shall we, that are dead to sin, live any longer therein?
3Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death?
4Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.
5For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection:
6Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin.
When we become Christians, when we accept Christ we die with him. (Galatians 2:20) Our flesh is dead. And when we fall back into that dead flesh, it’s like dancing with a rotting corpse. It stinks and it makes you sick. There will be struggle, but we are not to justify or give in, Christ will let nothing tempt us that we cannot bear. If we are to truly say we have died with Christ, we cannot also say that we are in love with our pasts.
When It’s hard remember his promises, pick up your cross and DIE DAILY.
13There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
28Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
29Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
30For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
There are no excuses, God is there, he gives us a way, he gives us strength, he gives us escape unto him.
We have no excuse for when we stumble, but when we do he is there to steady us.
However if we ignore his steadying hand, we are woeful indeed, as we lie with the dead when we could be standing tall with the living.
1Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
7Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
9For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
11When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
13And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Some people don’t like the King James Version of this, because it says ‘Charity’ rather than the ‘Love’ of new versions, but I feel this gets the point across on a larger scale.
We warp the meaning of love to a point where it means nothing to us anymore.
The word charity however, in this setting, brings to mind the Agape love; the unconditional, sacrificial love -Christ love.
It reminds me of the true definition of love:
Working in the best interest of the beloved.
(i.e. Christ dying for us on the cross.)
- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned."
- Song Of Solomon 8:6&7