The word sacrifice seems sometimes to be such a grand word to me. When statements like ‘it’s a sacrifice’ or ‘we need to make this sacrifice,’ are made, it feels like so much work and I can’t help but admire those who find it easy to release themselves to a cause or to an assignment. I think it comes from the way we have heard sacrifice being portrayed by those who have gone before us. Sometimes making a sacrifice goes beyond inconvenience to downright scary. But I’d like to cease seeing life as one long dragging burden of sacrifices. I’d rather see it as a celebration and expression of living sacrifices.
Once we live as a sacrifice, letting go won’t be so hard, and letting God won’t be such a struggle. There’s freedom in being a living sacrifice. What happens when a person becomes a living sacrifice? He or she will cease to be the problem.
Sometimes, I find that I am the problem. Sometimes the enemy I need to contend with is I. Having me as an enemy in such situations can be trying because; I am with myself all the time. This is where the concept of a ‘living sacrifice’ is significant. I get to sacrifice myself. Through this I become free of the enmity within, then I can be more available to others.
The words ‘not my will’ is not a religious cliché meant to burden us. It’s not an enormous cross we have to lug around on our journey in life. ‘Not my will’ simply means, I am no longer in my way.