I had a thought the other day. Why is it when we say, "Come on, live a little," it's about an activity that leads to death? Come on, have another drink, live a little! Go ahead, jump with the bungee cord, live a little!" Come on, take a toke, live a little! What's your problem, go 110 mph, live a little!"
But when Jesus, "Follow me and find eternal life," we think of it as being like a funeral service?
When did the roles get reversed?
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