Have you ever grieved in secret while smiling on the outside? Matt Rees wrote “Death Like Yours” during a bachelor weekend, of all places. He’d just learned that a close friend and mentor of his would be leaving his church in the midst of a messy split, but he couldn’t say a word to the rest. So he was internally grieving while celebrating with friends on the outside. That night, in the quiet and feeling absolutely devastated, the words poured out: “Hollow me out on the inside, stick me with nails, rip me open wide.” Sure, that’s some pretty brutal imagery to express his grief, but it’s honest. Something changed for him that night. Romans 6 suddenly felt personal instead of theoretical. The apostle Paul writes in this chapter that we’ve been “buried with him by baptism into death, in order that… we too might walk in newness of life.” Matt began to sense, in some small measure, what Christ endured… being misunderstood, stripped of everything, and nailed to wood. He emphasiz...