7: Faith in Death

Posted: Thursday, May 29th, 2014
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After I embrace who He is in all His integrity, I have to receive who-I-am by His amazing description. He who cannot lie, He who knows all – both past and future – who knows the Real above the Evident, describes me…and you.

First, He claims I was not just with Him, but closer still, IN Him on the cross. IN Him in the grave. When He died, I died with Him. Strange and foreign, such ideas. I must take them in as fact. I will never understand. Only as a child, just accepting the higher unfathomable wisdom of the Ultimate Parent, can I take it in. Though I look alive, though I act alive, I am dead. The evidence is that I live, very much, I live. But the Actual Fact is, I died. When I believe it, it is so and I am separated from this visible realm of the unreal to live in the invisible sphere of the Timeless True.

And I am free of my dredging self…of the grief and terror of this Temporary Residence. He set me free from Eden by taking me into the annihilation of its effects in the marrow of my soul, down to the code in my very cells. Death and the grave, my liberation not my end. To believe such an incredible notion, I will have to believe that I need an exit from my unholy self and from this Tragic Place called earth.

As long as I prefer to live-and-not-die, I will hang in suspended doom, in knots of helpless pain.

Should I hold to ‘this life’ and believe it is mine, that it is best, I will shun the “Gift of Death” and live, dead to my destiny. Death is His brilliant and unlimited solution. Death is final. Death is total. So by my death-in-His-death I am completely free. Untouchable. Immovable. So I live as one dead, detached from my old existence, shedding the chain and claw that held me to continual and inevitable failure.

But only as a child can I possess it. If I am intelligent and serious, I will not let that truth take me over; I will require that it convince me first and satisfy my measly reason. I will wait for it to ‘happen,’ yet fight its dominion. No, I will never see the proof of my death until I believe it by His Statement. And by that alone.

He said it. As I believe Him, I see that it is true by the living experience of my freedom from ‘me’ and from ‘you’…from ALL. Death, that terrible dread, is my liberation. The friend of my hope and not the enemy of my survival. He says I am dead. Dead, I am then. What about my aliveness? Doesn’t matter—ignore it. I am dead. He said so.

Copyright © 1999 Martha Blaney Kilpatrick, Faith Is

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