Love Is a Death Sentence

This journey started with a strong sense of myself — my calling, my passion, my desire for God, for meaning, for purpose.

What I found was a death sentence.

The little ‘me’, the ‘my’, the ‘I’ — it was denied. Allowed to die. Not violently. Gradually. The way a ship that sets sail with youthful confidence finds itself adrift at sea, unable to reach the shore it was looking for.

Gradually, your sense of self and identity dissolves. Nothing temporal is able to satisfy. You seemingly lose your way, your purpose. And yet something is happening underneath the loss — something you cannot see yet.

Eventually, you accept your fate. You settle with not knowing. You accept the exchange — your little ‘i’ for the great ‘I AM’.

You die.

And then something unexpected happens. Death is not the end. The cross is always the path to resurrection. Resurrection is the awakening to life and union with God.

So yes. Love is a death sentence.

But the prize is worthy of it.

I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.

John 11:25