His Death Became My Birth
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come.” 2 Corinthians 5:17
“We were buried therefore with Him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead... we too may walk in newness of life.” Romans 6:4
Sarah stood in the bathroom, staring into her reflection like it held all the answers she could never find. The tears came, not because she hadn’t tried – she had. In fact, she had tried everything. Self-help books lined up her shelves, motivational quotes filled her phone, routines and goals filled her dairies, new clothes, new hairstyles, new home. Yet every night she faced the same reality.
No matter how much she changed externally, her heart still felt imprisoned internally. Sarah carried her past like a shadow. Old mistakes replayed in her mind, shame she couldn’t outrun, and whispers of failure that followed her even in the silence. Sarah consistently found herself, in a deep, dark and depressed state of mind.
One Sunday morning, exhausted by crying and desperate for peace, Sarah found herself walking into church. This wasn’t because she felt holy , it wasn’t because she felt worthy. But because she felt totally and completely hopeless. As she walked, she expected judgement and stiff smiles, cold stares and whispered comments. But instead, Sarah found herself met with warmth, worship, and a presence she couldn’t explain. A quiet, still, but undeniable love that felt like home.
Sarah heard the pastor speak with a gentle boldness. “Jesus didn’t come to improve your life. He came to resurrect it. You don’t need a better version of you, you need a new you in Him.” In that moment, the truth struck Sarah’s heart. She didn’t need to do more, be better, or fix herself.
She just needed to surrender to the One who already finished the work. That day, Sarah handed Jesus her broken identity. And He handed her grace, forgiveness, and a brand-new beginning. Not earned. Not deserved. Born from His death — gifted by His resurrection.
When Jesus breathed His final breath, the earth shook, creation held its breath, and heaven bowed in Holy silence. On the surface, it looked like defeat. A Savior dying, a mission ending, a hope fading. But in that sacred moment, death surrendered to life. Eternity shifted. The veil that had once separated humanity from God, tore wide open, not just to reveal access, but to birth a new existence for all who would believe. His death did not mark an ending, it ignited a beginning. The cross was not a tragic finale, it was the carrier of salvation. Where His life on earth concluded, our eternal life in Him began. When He whispered, “It is finished,” Heaven thundered, “Now it begins.”
The enemy loves to chain us to yesterday’s failures. But Jesus tears the chains and speaks a new name over us. The world says, “Work harder and perform.” Jesus says, “Rest in what I’ve already done.” We are not a renovation; we are a resurrection. Because of the cross, Shame has a burial place, condemnation has no voice, sin has no ownership, the past has no power, the new life is not coming, the life is here. We don’t have to strive to earn His love, we live from the love He already poured out at Calvary.
In this time of fasting, make this declaration: Because He died, I live. My past is buried. My future is redeemed. I am not who I was. I am who Christ says I am.
God Bless You.