That I believe is the masterly argument of the Apostle—to be dead and alive at the same time. ‘‘Ye are dead,’’ Paul wrote the Galatians. Suppose we try this on ourselves first. Are we dead?—dead to blame or praise? dead to fashion and human opinion? dead so that we have no itch for recognition? dead so that we do not squirm if another gets praised for a thing that we engineered?
