I Yield.

I yield.

50And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and yielded up his spirit.

Matthew 27:50

Those words are so simple. Yet they carry so much weight.

Jesus died on the cross, but it wasn’t the wounds that killed him. It wasn’t the torture that killed him. I don’t even think it was the weight of our sin that killed him. He willingly chose to endure the Road of Calvary for us but it wasn’t, we learn, until verse 50 that we see what caused Jesus to die.

He yielded.

Let that sink in for a moment.

46And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” 47And some of the bystanders, hearing it, said, “This man is calling Elijah.” 48And one of them at once ran and took a sponge, filled it with sour wine, and put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink. 49But the others said, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.” 50And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and yielded up his spirit.

Matthew 27:46-50



He endured everything there was to endure to wipe away our sin. The world’s sin. And lived.


Until he yielded.


Jesus yielded his life for God’s plan. He was God and could have asked to skip it all. He did not.


I have been struggling all summer with this concept of yielding. I read this passage several weeks ago and still I resist. I don’t want to yield my desires to God’s way of thinking. . . to his plan for my life. I had certain aspirations for going off to college, getting a job and living my life. Those changed drastically, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love my wife and my boys three. I’m happy with how God directed my life to Greeley.

My wife and I experienced a drastic shift in our lives when God asked us to live in the Ghetto. I thought maybe he would be done with us for a while. Let us rest.

That doesn’t appear to be the case.

It seems to be that God is calling our family to do something we would have never considered in a million years. Something that would give the vast majority of people pause. For a reason God can only be behind, we are considering moving in with my in-laws. Yes, we are considering moving into their basement. (Why we are considering this and why it’s very likely a God prompt is another blog post for another day.)

I thought my struggles were something simple this year. Giving up my love for sleep and being lazy. I thought God was asking me to stay up late and get up early so I could use my time to make extra income and better provide for my family. I’ve been struggling with this verse for weeks thinking it was something simple and I was being selfish. My God is a big God. His thought is so far beyond my own limited sight.

God was preparing me to yield in such a big way. I will still probably have to give up sleep and work even harder for my family but I will have to yield so much more in order to make this thing work.

If it’s truly from God, I am finally ready to