The Old Way Has to Die
Mid-morning rolls in, the house finally settles down, and the coffee is hot. Christy is curled up nearby, Zippy is stretched out on the floor taking up twice as much space as a dog should, and for a minute, the world stops barking.
Most people want the prize without the fight. They want a new life, a fresh start, a clean slate—but they want to drag all their old junk along for the ride. It doesn’t work that way. You can’t build a solid foundation on rotted timber.
The Hard Truth of the Cross
The cross wasn’t pretty. It was raw, bloody, and final. If you want what comes after, you have to accept what comes first.
“For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we shall certainly be united with him in a resurrection like his.” — Romans 6:5
Paul didn’t mince words. He didn’t offer a five-step program for self-improvement. He talked about death.
To walk in real freedom, the old man has to stay in the dirt. The pride, the selfish habits, the need to control every single outcome—it all has to be nailed down and left behind. You can’t resurrect what refuses to die.
Walking in the New
Resurrection isn’t just a promise for when you draw your last breath. It’s for right now.
It’s how you love your family when you’re dead tired. It’s how you handle business with straight-shooting honesty instead of cutting corners. It’s the grit to stand flat-footed when life hits hard, knowing the battle has already been settled.
Lay down the old baggage. Leave it in the grave where it belongs. Walk out into the light, drink your coffee, love your people, and live like you actually believe the tomb is empty.