Years ago, a woman I knew got drunk at a bar, got behind the wheel, and wrapped her car around a tree. Had she not been pinned so tightly against the steering wheel, she’d have died from blood loss long before help arrived.

She needed rehab for months afterward, and there were consequences for driving drunk. But I’ve often thought that the most difficult part of her recovery must also have been the most miraculous: that she survived an accident that should have claimed her life. What does it mean to be given life rather than death?

Isn’t that the big question we must all ask ourselves? What does it mean to be given this life? How will we honor this most precious gift?

If we die with Christ, we are resurrected with Christ. How will we honor this most precious truth?