“For you are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.” – Paul, Colossians 3:15
“For you are dead…” I love that phrase. I am dead. What an amazing reality! This changes everything; I don’t have to worry about living because I am dead and Jesus is my life-giver. If something in life comes up that needs living, I just look to Him because He’s my life.
In short: I am a Christian.
I am a child of God–a mere fraction of all that He has made–but His child nonetheless. I did not attain this position by any worthiness of my own. In fact, I am a sinner. Really, I deserve to spend eternity in Hell fire because of my outright rebellion against the morality that God has defined and put in place. But I am a child of God because He has made me His child. You see, God the Father has only one begotten Son whose name is Jesus, and Jesus died and suffered everything that I deserve to suffer so that the Father could adopt me as His son. Now I am a co-heir with Jesus (also known as Christ/saviour), and you could become a co-heir–a child of God–if you simply place your faith in Jesus and trust His work to save you from eternal separation (Hell) from the loving Father.
Now, as an adopted child, I have taken on the name of my life-giver: Christ. So my name is really Christopher D. Witmer, Christian. I am not ashamed of that, but unfortunately there have been many people who have tried to claim this name as their own, yet are not really dead, nor adopted, nor have they trusted Jesus–they are usurpers and undeserving of God’s inheritance. These people profane the name of Christ and, sadly in the end, they will be punished. I wish they would listen to Jesus before it is too late.
Okay, a little about this hunk of flesh they call Chris. It was born–or would you prefer “I”? it really is not who I am, but whatever)–I was born in the far north, in Canada actually, but I was simply born across the border and raised in International Falls, Minnesota (a border town to Canada). [Go Vikings! SKOL!–sorry, easily distracted by sports.] I was born the youngest of five PK’s (preacher’s kids): my dad has been a pastor my whole life. When I was twelve–was I twelve? Yeah, I think I was twelve, wow, I was just a squirt–my family moved to the wonderful city of Los Angeles. I did not think LA was wonderful at the time, but I will save that story for a real blog post.
I can now honestly say I would rather not be anywhere else: LA is my town. I love the lights, the building, the ocean. I love the people, all the people: the rude ones, the rough ones, the snobby star wannabe’s ones, the nice ones, the foreign ones, everyone.
I was born on November 29, 1995 and that should tell you two things: first of all, my age; secondly, that I was born on the same day as C.S. Lewis (nearly a hundred years later)–a remarkable coincidence since he happens to be one of my heroes.
I believe this information should suffice for this page, if you would like to know more, you can always fly to LA and look me up–just don’t park in front of Brad Pitt’s house, he gets jealous. 😉
Christopher D. Witmer