Some of you may not have been aware I was dying and most of you don't know I died recently. There was no funeral, no music and no friends came to give their respects. Before I continue this eulogy and you jump to conclusions, let me explain. It wasn't "me" who died. It was the other me. Some of you have seen me with your eyes. What you saw was the "biological unit" me, or my physical presence. There is the fleshly me and the spiritual me and we live in the biological unit me. I know it sounds confusing and it did to me too at first.

At one time, the spiritual me was dead and there was only the fleshly me and the physical me, which is nothing more than a biological unit. One day, the spiritual me was born again and started to breathe. I thought that was the only me for a long time until one day, I said something I didn't want to say. It was a strange experience and at first, I dismissed what had happened. I kept eating the Bread of Life and drinking from the springs of Living Water and then I did something I didn't want to do. I couldn't figure out why this had happened and then I read in the Bible where Paul experienced the same thing (Romans 7:18-24). I thought I understood then, but I guess it didn't sink in.

My life went along for quite a few years and eventually, I experienced some tough times. I started complaining and begging God to make things better, but instead, things got worse. In fact, they got unbearable. Maybe you heard about it. One day, I asked God what He was doing because I knew He had a hand in everything that happened to me. He told me that He was making things hard on the fleshly me and it was for my own good. Now I was really confused and asked Him to stop. He said I was talking with my eyes closed and opened them for me so I could see. That's when I saw the other me, the fleshly me! I didn't know I had one! What's worse, not only did I have a fleshly me, but the fleshly me was trying to kill the spiritual me (Romans 7:23). I was in a life or death situation. I asked God to do something, anything, stop what was happening! He said the only way to stop it was to kill the other me, the fleshly me. I asked if we couldn't all just get along somehow and God showed me that wasn't possible (Ephesians 5:11). The fleshly me had to die, so I asked God to kill him. God said He needed my help because I was the only one who could make decisions for me. He couldn't kill the fleshly me without my say so. I had an important decision to make.

I just couldn't go off and do this. I needed a plan. First I had to find the fleshly me because when I saw him last, he took off running. I looked and couldn't find him anywhere. I decided to stop eating food for a few days (Isaiah 58:6). I knew he would show up complaining. Sure enough, it worked. He ran in and started to complain, begging for food. He said what I was doing was stupid and I should stop. Boy was he annoying! When I (the spiritual me) found the fleshly me, I asked God how I could kill him. He told me it wouldn't be easy. I would have to turn him off like a light switch and then ignore his pleas for help. Click! What happened then wasn't pretty. The fleshly me started flopping around, begging and pleading and blubbering. When I ignored him, he got mad and tried to boss me around, ordering me to do things for him. Take him here. Take him there. Say things for him. What a creep! God said He would help me be strong so I turned my back on the dying me and kept drinking from the springs of Living Water. The fleshly me eventually quit flopping and gave a big sigh. I asked God if he was dead and God said I wouldn't know for a while and just to keep doing what I had been doing.

I started to look around my disgusting biological unit and asked God if I could move. He said I have to live here for a while longer (Philippians 1:25) and I should clean it up. What a mess! The fleshly me was such a PIG! There was garbage strewn everywhere. Even though that other me stopped drinking heavily years ago, there were empty bottles and dirty glasses and the smell was beyond belief. There was also a layer of filth on everything. God said I was getting sickened by the sight because now He could open my eyes more everyday. Something had to be done if I was going to continue living here. I was NOT going to live in this squallor. I started hauling bags and boxes of garbage to the street because God said He would haul it away for me. I apologized for every load (1 John 1:9). The windows are open now and there is a gentle breeze blowing. It's starting to smell better, but the cleanup is going to take a while. I keep finding things jammed in nooks and crannies (John 16:8-11). None of this could have happened before I died. That fleshly me would never allow a house cleaning like this (Galatians 5:17).

To conclude the eulogy, I must say, that other me was a real creep. I am glad he is dead and I won't miss him a bit. If you heard him say or saw him do something inappropriate, please accept my apologies. I take full responsibility for my actions, no matter which me did them.

By the way, God says sometimes the other me only looks dead and I have to keep killing him over and over to make sure he doesn't come back (1 Corinthians 15:31). If that's what's necessary, then I'll do it. I'd still rather move, but the place is looking better everyday. God says if I keep this up, He'll get me a new body someday (1 Corinthians 15:51-55). Man, that will be great!

If you have a creep as a roommate in your biological unit, you have to kill him. Trust me, you have no choice. He is trying to kill you and you probably can't see it (Romans 7:23). Stop eating food for a while if you have to (Isaiah 58:6). I know that sounds like cruel and inhumane punishment, but you'll be better off in the long run. I can't help you, but God says He will and trust me, you won't be able to do it without Him.

Let me know when you die. God and me will bring some angels over and celebrate your passing (Luke 15:7).


- Rod

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