A Reckless and Foolhardy Pursuit
There are verses that comfort. And then there are verses that confront. Philippians 3:10 did both for me today. It didn’t whisper—it pierced, it left me in want and wanton. It named the ache I’ve been carrying quietly: I want to know Him. That's it, simply, earnestly and to live for him.
Not just know about Him. Not just recite His miracles or memorize His parables. I want to know Him in the marrow. In the silence. In the surrender. I want to know Him in the power of His resurrection—and yes, even in the fellowship of His sufferings.
This verse doesn’t offer a sanitized version of faith. It invites us into a reckless intimacy. A knowing that costs something. A knowing that transforms--it's a little scarey!
The Power of His Resurrection
To know resurrection is to know what it means to die first. To let go of what no longer serves. To release the old narratives, the shame, the striving. Resurrection isn’t just a miracle—it’s a rhythm. It's the rhyme and reason for the sacrifice made. It’s the divine pulse that says, I can rise again.
I’ve seen glimpses of that power in my own life. In the moments I thought I’d failed. In the chapters I wanted to tear out. And yet—grace resurrected them. Turned them into testimony.
The Fellowship of His Sufferings
This part wrecked me. Because suffering isn’t poetic when you’re in it. It’s raw--and yet raw doesn't quite cut it. It’s lonely. No one wants to suffer. It’s the kind of ache that makes you question everything. But Paul says there’s fellowship in it. A shared space with Christ. A knowing that He’s felt it too which makes it bearable, and you think--oh that's the whole point of the comforter.
And maybe that’s what I want most: not just triumph, but companionship in the ache. To know that my suffering isn’t wasted, that it won't be forever. That it’s a doorway to deeper intimacy. I was afraid to confront this before but now I want it even still and even though suffering is hard to think about I am already suffering so why not have Christ Fellowship within it.
Being Conformed to His Death
This isn’t about morbidity. It’s about surrender. About laying down my will, my pride, my need to control. It’s about letting the old me die so something truer can rise.
And I’m ready. Not perfectly. Not fearlessly. But honestly.
I am seeking God in the pain, in the ache, while everything crumbles, while I shamble and strain against life seeking a hope that seems like it doesn't want to be found.
Philippians 3:10 isn’t a verse I want to quote lightly. It’s a verse I want to live. To embody. To wrestle with. Because if knowing Him means walking through resurrection, suffering, and surrender—then let it be so or perhaps I am just talking big. But I know I want to live for Him so...
I want to know Him. Even if it costs me everything. Especially if it costs me everything.
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