Dead, but Made Alive

What is death?

A fact of life. Unavoidable. Death confronts us every day.

Death is essentially a separation from life.

A rose that is in a vase is dead, because it is separated from the life-giving roots.

A body is dead, because it is separated from the life-giving spirit.

And something that is dead can do nothing.

I used to be dead.

Not physically, but spiritually.

The sins of my life separated me from God, the giver of life.

I thought I was alive. I thought I could do what I wanted to do, go where I wanted to go, be what I wanted to be.

In reality, I was dead. I was doing what someone else wanted me to do. I was under the control of greater powers. I could do nothing on my own.

But God made me alive.

Because His love for me is so great, because His mercy is abundant, He made me alive.

I was dead. Nothing in me could bring life to my soul.

A corpse can do nothing.

Just like God raised Jesus from the dead, He raised me from the dead, breathing life into my soul.

Not only that, but He has given me a place in heaven with Christ.

Why?

"So that in the coming ages He might show the immeasurable riches of His grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus" (Ephesians 2:7).

God wanted to display His vast grace.

So He chose me to be the recipient of that grace.

Nothing that I have done.

Everything that He has done.

His grace is amazing!