“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the [life] which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.” Galatians 2:20, NKJV
My husband is a hunter–he comes from a family of all boys, and they grew up hunting. Camo is an actual color in our house. More than that, it’s the hue of preference–especially at Christmas time. And that stuff’s not cheap; boy those Cabela brothers knew what they were doing!
So, that leads to a funny story. As a family, we went skiing with my husband’s parents and brothers several years ago. You know how skiers have kind-of a definitive look? North Face or Columbia Coats. Coordinated snow pants and hats/gloves. Expensive goggles.
Then you have the boarders. Also, a unique style. Usually baggy, and much bolder. If you’ve been to a slope, you know what I’m talking about.
Well, my father-in-law had a style, but it wasn’t either of those. It was the hunter’s style. Designed to be inconspicuous in the woods (with the exception of that obnoxious orange), it did NOT blend with white powder. He stuck out like–well like a guy wearing his hunting coveralls and an orange stocking cap on a ski slope. Whenever we’d lose track of him, we just sat back and waited. Sure enough, that hunters-orange would pop out like a red bulb on a string of white Christmas lights. We laughed the whole day.
I thought of that tonight as I pondered Paul’s words, and the memory still makes me chuckle. But it really helps define this idea of being hidden in Christ. See, putting on Christ, being covered by Him, defined by Him, will often mean that I stick out like a guy in full camo at a yuppie ski resort.
Thing is, my father-in-law really didn’t care what all those people thought of him. He was just being himself, and he didn’t feel the need to try to fit in.
If I am dead to myself and alive in Christ, I need that kind of boldness. I need to wear Christ in a world that values success above service, and self-promotion over love. I need to be okay with the snickers that will inevitably come. I need to be more concerned with being hidden in Jesus than with blending in with the masses.
So, maybe it’s like wearing an orange hat. But a life hidden in Christ will be worth sticking out in a crowd.