In Christ, I begin again. Old time is gone, no longer to be seen again. New time is present. I need only to attend to it, to attest to it. I am here and I am right now.

I am a new creature.

In Christ, I begin again. A stereotype is a repeated identity. God doesn’t stutter when He speaks. He will not say my name again.

I am a new creature.

In Christ, I begin again. God is not human that He should lie[1] and I am a word of truth.[2] I am shining, sparkling, untouched by temporal opinion.

I am a new creature.

In Christ, I begin again. Life after the death of the old self is without historical conflicts or conflicting identities, eulogized at his tomb and my womb: “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” Christ is risen and so I rise.

I am a new creature.

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[1] Numbers 23.19

[2] James 1.18