Dying to ourselves is a total self-giving. As an analogy, just like the seed planted on the soil it dies, but if it is nourish it will produce a single sprout of plant, then a tree, and sooner a fruit. This is what the gospel yesterday reminds us; i.e. to be like the seed that falls to the ground and dies in order to produce a fruit. What is that fruit as we contextualize this in our daily existence? It’s love.
Hence, dying to ourselves is the greatest manifestation of love. We will never learn how to love unless we consider into our lives the importance of dying so that others may live and loved. Let us look on the cross, Christ suffered and die for us in order that all of us may be saved. In three days he resurrected in order for us to believe that there’s life in death, and it will only be recognized unless we have the eyes of faith and love.
To die to ourselves for the sake of love is all about the capacity to have eyes that see beyond the boundaries of our nature to love. Loving is not words alone, but it is also on dying. The more we die to ourselves, the more we give love and hope to others. Dying to ourselves is something immense and noble, but it is also the hardest thing to do in life. I myself would say that it takes a lot of courage, faith, and risk to die for myself. Many misunderstand you; criticize you; or shout on you a “fool”, so that’s the hardest thing. But, as I reflect on the gospel yesterday, it encourages me to go on and be still in dying to myself for the sake of love. It may sound heavy and demanding indeed, but God through the gospel yesterday assures me that it is not a shame to die for ourselves.
Dying to ourselves glorifies more the Father who considers us as His beloved children.