For I am Crucified With Christ

“For I am crucified with Christ, and yet I live, not I, but Christ lives within me.” This is the essence of Christianity. Not going to church, not singing songs, not fighting moral crusades, not even helping the poor. Christ living within me. That seems so incomprehensible, that Christ, God, the creator of the universe, lives within me. That it is not I that should be living any more, that it is not my sinful desires that should be living. Rather, it is Christ that should be living. I shouldn’t be living FOR Christ, Christ should be living IN me. If it were I living for Christ, there would be reason to boast, reason to fear, reason to plan. But, since it is not I living, but Christ living in me, there is not grounds for me to boast, for Christ is doing it, there is no fear of failure, since God cannot fail, there is no reason for me to plan, since God’s plan’s are higher than anything I could come up with. So, there is no requirement but to allow Christ to live within me, to allow God, the creator of all that there is, the one being who could do anything he so desired, to work through me. Me, a simple creature of this supreme being. Me, a person who constantly tries to live, instead of allowing Christ to live, to use my own strength, my own resources, instead of using his. Yet, there he is, waiting, wanting to live through me, to live within me.