My flesh is rising up in me today, kicking back against this idea of suffering, of dying to self, of giving up my life in order that I might gain God, gain his life, be able to walk in the Spirit more effectively. My flesh and spirit are at war. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to give up my creature comforts, much less my physical needs. And yet, my heart yearns for more of God.
I so want the Holy Spirit to be active in and through me. I desire to see people come into the Kingdom; to come to know God’s love, his peace, his wisdom, his comfort. But I can’t do this. It has to be through his Holy Spirit working through me. I need more of him and less of me!
I’m understanding the need to subdue my flesh in order to live out of the Spirit. But herein lies the problem, I don’t want to. My physical person is so strong in me that I don’t want to let go.
I’m not talking about external sin issues here. God has worked so much out of my life over the years as his child. No, I’m talking about a deeper inner struggle of the concept of going to the cross for him. Of taking up my cross and following him, of being willing to physically die or not have my needs met for the sake of the gospel, of being willing to give up my physical comforts, even my physical needs., wanting God’s spiritual life to be so dominate that this physical world pails in comparison. Like Paul said in Romans 8:18, that the glory which is to be revealed in us is not comparable to the present realities of the suffering we endure or might endure for the sake of the gospel. I want God’s spirit to be that dominant in me that I’d gladly give up my life for him. And I’m just saying that I’m not there and I know it. I can’t even seem to give up a day of food, let alone my life!
Paul wrote to the Corinthian church of all the struggles he and his team faced. They dispaired of theri very lives. They thought they were going to die, (2 Cor 1). They were put in a position of being totally dependent on God for every ounce of strength to carry on. It was in that desperation where they found him. His comfort supported them through their ordeal. More, it was God’s strength through his Spirit who sustained them.
So, like Paul who was despairing of his very life, I am despairing of my own ability to embrace dying to self. Instead of dreading dying to self, I should embrace it, since it is in such a state of despair, at that place where there is no more me to rely on, that I find God. Oh Lord! I want to be there! I want your comfort to be enough for me to be willing to embrace self sacrifice. My flesh is so strong within me. I cry out with Paul, saying, “Who will deliver me from this body of death?” (Rom 7:24). His response was, “Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!.”
So I’ll not despair. In my own strength I’m not able to win this struggle of dying to self, but I know one who is able. Jesus invites us to ask and keep on asking, seek and keep on seeking, knock and keep on knocking, and we will find, I will receive what I am asking for, the door will be open to me. So I thank God, that I can rely on him to change me, to give me the willingness to suffer for his sake.
It is in this process of being changed by the Holy Spirit that I rest. I desire the Holy Spirit to be active in and through me, and I recognize the need for the Spirit to work through me for the Gospel’s sake. This means I live through the Spirit in me and not my fleshly nature. As Paul writesa: