Do you remember the day you died?

Today my family will be commemorating and celebrating my father’s life. The day he passed away will be forever etched in my mind. I was with him when he passed. This last week I was reading an article by Arthur Pink, in which he made this statement: “I remember the day Arthur Pink died,” referring of course to the day he comprehended and then fully embraced, his co-death with Jesus—the day he really came to the end of his self.

What about you? Do you remember the day you died? Died to your own desires, opinions, rights—in short, the day you died to your own will? Or, are you still waiting for that day?

Just as important, do you remember the day you became alive to Christ’s resurrection life: the “life of Christ” resident within you, empowering you and filling you? I mean do you remember the day you actually began living as though you were ‘dead to sin,’ ‘crucified to this world,’ and ‘alive to God?’ Or are you still waiting for it?

Today we will celebrate my earthly father’s life in Christ. But what prevents us from celebrating our life ‘in Christ’—every day. With great joy we should be mindful that our daily union with Christ in his death (pick up your cross and follow Me) means His resurrection life can be released in us. Can you say: “I myself no longer live, but Christ is living in [and through] me?” (Gal. 2:20a, NLT) If not, what are you waiting for?