Death’s Funnel to Life

Going down to get back up.

I thought, for whatever reason, that saying “yes” to Christ would be like coming out of a cave and into a wonderful panorama view of possibilities and a straight path forward. It’s been a long while since that decision was made. If that precise moment was stretched out on a timeline mapped out over rocks and grass, I wouldn’t be able to tell you where in the vast lands it was located but I know I’m countries away. I’ve walked a long distance and it’s as though I have shed 100 skins with 100 unique lives attached to them. I understand the severity of such a decision. People die for such a choice, not just in the spiritual sense. It is written that “the truth shall set us free” but it forgets to mention that freedom is hard and unnatural. It says that we must die to live but who would really understand such things unless the journey was started? One can describe the oxygen levels on Mount Everest but it doesn’t translate until the air is breathed. What I have learned in a couple decades is that the saying “yes” doesn’t lead to a world of endless possibilities. It leads from endless possibilities into the narrowest hole like a funnel pulling one down with the weight of gravity. Saying “yes” then feels like one million “no’s.” We are no longer our own. There is a path and the freedom of that path is the fact that it’s been carved out for us. The only way down? Death.