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Born to Die

The other night I heard the song by Steppenwolf, Born to Be Wild. It brought back memories of Junior High and High School – that song had legs! When it came on the radio, my friends and I turned the volume up, and da-da-da\’d through the verses, and on the chorus belted out, “Born to be wi-l-d,” and played air guitar or in my case, drums. Oh, were we wild.

Born to be wild. Born to — you fill in the blank. Sometimes we watch sports and think someone like Michael Jordan was born to play basketball. As a wee child, Julie Andrews opened her mouth, and a voice with a four-octave range flowed forth. She was born to sing.

During this Christmas season, I\’ve reflected on Jesus Christ\’s mission. He taught like no other. But men and women have been anointed to teach. He healed the sick, yet gave the same power to the disciples. “He called his twelve disciples to him and gave them authority to drive out evil spirits and to heal every disease and sickness (Matthew 10:1 niv).”

Jesus performed miracles. We read in Acts that God did extraordinary miracles through Paul.

Jesus taught, healed the sick, and performed miracles, but He was born for something much greater. He was born to die.

Mary, Joseph, the disciples, Paul. None could perform a task He alone came to earth to accomplish. I sing a song called, Mary, Did You Know. The baby Mary delivered would deliver her – and us. His blood alone atones for sin. “But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death, so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone.”

As an eight-year old girl, I stood up front in church one morning, and sang a song a capella. I don\’t even remember the song, but I do remember the grownups hovering around me after church. “Oh, honey, you were born to sing!” “Donna, you must use your talent for the Lord.” And I did for several years.

Then life – banking and babies, housework and hum-drum, overcame my song. I threw myself into my mission of motherhood. My mom made me proud by saying I was born to be a mom.

Now I write. I love it. I can\’t imagine not writing now. Was I born to write? To sing? To be a mother? In whatever area of ministry He leads, I pray I accomplish my mission.

One thing I know – if I shed every drop of blood in my body, I could not atone for even one person\’s sin. I thank Jesus Christ that He fulfilled His purpose. Every year during the Christmas holiday, I feel a twinge of sadness because even though we celebrate His birth, I know Jesus Christ was born to die.

But hallelujah, He arose to live again. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again (II Corinthians 5:15 niv). And even though I will one day die, because of His sacrifice, I, too, will live again.

Let\’s praise Him during this Christmas season, and vow to fulfill the purpose God has for our lives – as scribes and singers, guitar players or poets, parents, grandparents – as Christians.

Merry CHRISTmas.

Donna Shepherd Inspirational Writer

Children's author and inspirational writer, Donna J. Shepherd, looks at everyday life and finds God's fingerprints everywhere. From bird watching to the Beatitudes, Donna's writing touches the heart with wisdom and humor while feeding the mind with daily portions of God's Word.

She is currently a columnist for The Dabbling Mum and a staff poet for The Inspiration Station. Her articles and poetry have appeared in Reminisce Extra, Just Between Us, Guideposts for Kids, Penwomanship, Sisters in the Lord, and many more. Her devotionals appear in Daily Grace for Women, Devotional Reflections to Nourish Your Soul (Honor Books), and Anytime Prayers for Everyday Moms (Warner Books).

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