Most scholars agree that Jesus was crucified at the age of thirty-three. Young by most standards. But according to John’s Gospel, He did more in three and a half years of ministry than most of us do in a lifetime.
In fact, John said:
“Now there are also many other things that Jesus did. Were every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written” (John 21:25)
I turn thirty-three years old today. As I reflect on my life, I am reminded that I have to maximize my time on Earth. I realize that God has me on an assignment to proclaim His message to others. The Good News of redemption and love. The news of a Savior who means the world to me. A heavy burden, but given what He’s done for me, a cross I am more than willing to bear.
So as I celebrate a year of life, I also celebrate a year of death.
Death to selfish ambitions. Death to my will. Death to my fears. I die…daily (1 Corinthians 15:31). This…is the year of the cross.