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Saturday, March 28, 2026
The Cross and Dying to Self
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Saturday's Reflection
John 12:24 — Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.
We close this week — and this devotional series — with the same image Jesus gave us at the beginning: the grain of wheat. We have walked through self-denial and surrender, the cost of the cross, dying to self in every dimension of life. We have seen it in Henry Martyn who wrote "let me burn out for God" and meant every word; in Simon of Cyrene who picked up a cross he didn't choose and walked it all the way to Calvary; in Francis Chan who walked away from millions of dollars and a thriving megachurch to plant tiny house churches among the ultra-poor. We have seen it in Colossians' quiet declaration that our life is already hidden with Christ — secure, protected, beyond reach of what the world can threaten. And we have stood before the cross itself and heard Jesus say: when I am lifted up, I will draw all men to Me. The surrendered life is the magnetic life. The buried grain becomes the harvest.
Now it is Sabbath. This is the day we stop — not to earn rest, but to receive it. The whole point of dying to self is not to produce a heroic spiritual athlete who manages to sacrifice more than everyone else. The point is to clear away the competing noise so that Christ can reign, so that the life hidden in God can breathe and move and bear fruit. On this Sabbath we enter His rest — not as a reward for our surrendering, but as the environment in which surrender becomes possible at all. We rest in the God who gave everything for us, and who asks us to give everything back to Him — not because He needs it, but because we do.
"The soul that is yielded to Christ becomes His own fortress, which He holds in a revolted world, and He intends that no authority shall be known in it but His own. A soul thus kept in possession by the heavenly agencies is impregnable to the assaults of Satan." (Ellen G. White, The Desire of Ages, p. 324)
Prayer: Father, as we enter this Sabbath rest, we yield again what we have been slowly, imperfectly learning to release. We are Yours — completely, finally, joyfully Yours. Be our fortress. Be our life. May what is hidden in You now be revealed in glory when Christ appears. Amen.