So this is how I die.
That thought went through our heads a couple of different times while we were in Italy. One night we chose to walk back to our hotel rather than inconvenience our hosts (or wait for the very social very inter relational Italians to finish talking with everyone in the room). The way back walking was different than the way there driving. We had to walk down an unlit path past a broken down abandoned factory. We both were thinking that that was the night we die. But we didn’t.
“The Cost of Being a Disciple
25 Large crowds were traveling with Jesus, and turning to them he said: 26 “If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters–yes, even his own life–he cannot be my disciple. 27 And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.”
The cost of following Jesus, give up every thing and every one Carry with you what will be your death. That is not a motivational speech. That is not a recruiters rhetoric.
I’m not sure why Jesus said “hate”. Could it be that he was setting the scale of our love for him? Like “you know the way that you feel towards your family? Well you need to love me so much that that feels like hate in comparison to how much your love overflows for me”.
Do I live for Jesus? Have I set him as my top priority. Do I love him “more than these?” Jn 21-15. More than my family? Am I living for him in such a way that I’m ready to die for him? Am I “all in”?