I live my life with a defibrillator on my chest. And it is always on. It sends its charge, and my heart beats. It wakes me, and I am made alive. You might think that what I mean to say is “it wakes me, and I am kept alive.” That is not what I mean to say. I am not kept alive. From moment to moment my body wants to die, and with each moment it tries to. Death is the only thing my body knows how to accomplish, and it pursues it with a mighty zeal.
But each breath I take is sweet, because each breath I take is the first breath of salvation. Each breath I take is sweet, because each breath I take is the second first breath of Lazarus. I am not always preserved, I am always saved. I am always resurrected.
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Amen =)
Mark, This is awesome!! Love your writing style and creative perspectives. Can’t wait to read more.