Yesterday, I used an old expression — “to die for.” My friend Davis replied asking what are we willing to die for? His reply got me to thinking.
Certainly my organ donor died and over five people lived because of his family’s willingness to donate his organs. But no matter how generous, his dying was not a conscious decision. Many of my father’s generation and mine died in wars, not because they wanted to do so but because they thought the risk of death was their “duty to country.”
Like Davis, I believe I would have the courage to die for my family, but how much further would I go? I once had a friend who said he wanted his best friend Chris to go to Vietnam with him so if there was a live grenade he could throw his friend on it to save himself. Bobby was more than a little self-absorbed.
Considering the question makes me appreciate more and more the sacrifice of Christ. It also helps me think of all the people and things I am grateful for.
Now back to the southern expression — “to die for.” Yes, a good warm oatmeal raisin cookie is “to die for.”