I was meditating this morning on the cost of discipleship. Jesus’ love comes at a price. If we are to find our life, we must lose it. I don’t really know what all of this means, but I know that I have to give Him everything if I’m going to follow Him. I keep leaving a little piece of myself out of the equation. I keep putting my hand to the plow, and then looking back to see if I’m the only one crazy enough to do it. I’m reminded of the words of Christ:

The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. 46When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.

-Matthew 13:44-46

I was at lunch with my friend Matt the other day, and he shared with me a bad report that he received, and how he was responding to it. He seems ready to do whatever it costs to love Christ, even to the uttermost. I’m challenged by his courage, and hope that I will find the same as I travel this journey.