And they crucified him and divided his garments among them, casting lots for them, to decide what each should take. Mark 15:24
In recent studies, this verse was given as a memory assignment. As I’ve pored over it in my mind, etching it on my heart, one thing I noticed was that He was left utterly bare. The crowds had abandoned Him, His disciples denied Him, and the Father forsook Him. He was crucified, naked, and what only material item He had was taken and divided. There was nothing left. Nothing.
Even Jesus couldn’t take the things of this world with Him. And yet at His resurrection He had everything He needed. For sure, the weight of what the crucifixion accomplished is beyond any other life or death. But it made me think about my own journey. He was the First Fruit of resurrection and I too will be resurrected one day. And He will ensure that I have no lack or need.
I am grateful for life that He bought for me and the Spirit Who was given me. But what also remained here at His death was His example and investment into people. I want to be like my Rabbi, to follow the example He left. I don’t want a house of stuff left behind but rather that which will never be taken away - people that were pointed to Jesus, a life pursuing obedience and love, a testimony of grace.
I’m trying to live my life without reserve. It’s hard. It goes against my nature as wanting to be sure I’m prepared. But when I hold back – relationally, physically, financially – it may mark a lack of faith that there will be enough. I want to be mindful of that tendency and temptation and to leave with nothing left – nothing held back. I want to go out empty by this world’s measure - and completely full by His.
