The man I was is dead, a shadow and a memory of his former self. Oh, he makes an appearance now and then, dragging his corpse through the streets, but these appearances become less frequent as the years pass, and they amount to nothing. There’s a new guy in town, walking around with the old guy’s face and credit cards. He is the original self from before he was born. He is happy. The dirt from the grave slips from his skin.
“For you have died and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.”