The Starting Point: Born Again or Still in the
Flesh
There is a hard truth that many of us struggle
with, whether we admit it or not. To be carnally minded is to be at enmity with
God.
“Because the carnal mind is
enmity against God; for it is not subject to the law of God, nor indeed can
be.” - Romans 8:7
Scripture doesn’t soften that. It presses even
further:
“So then, those who are in the
flesh cannot please God.” - Romans 8:8
I’ve discovered that this feels most real when life
pushes you into a corner—when you face something bigger than yourself,
something you cannot fix, control, or reason your way through. In those
moments, our true nature is revealed. Not by what we say, not by what we
believe about ourselves—but by what we genuinely are: flesh or Spirit.
And that’s where things start to get uncomfortable.
Because we like to believe that effort counts. And
in a sense, it does, but only within the boundaries God has already set. Step
outside of that, and effort becomes dangerous. It starts looking like
obedience, but it’s actually self-will dressed up as spirituality.
“For it is God who works in you
both to will and to do for His good pleasure.” - Philippians 2:13
It’s God who initiates. God who draws. God who
leads.
“...not knowing that the
goodness of God leads you to repentance?” - Romans 2:4
The true danger is subtle. It occurs when our will
is guiding us, but we interpret it as God’s will. That’s where carnality is
concealed, not in overt rebellion, but in quiet justification.
And if I’m honest, that’s where most of us live
longer than we’d like to admit.
We’re living in this tension, two natures, one
life. We’re physical yet called to live spiritually. Both exist in the same
space, in the same body, in the same daily decisions. At first glance, it feels
like a setup for failure.
But it isn’t.
God designed it this way. Which means there is a
way to live rightly within it.
So, the real question isn’t whether the tension
exists. It’s this: where do we actually begin?
Because if we get the starting point wrong,
everything that follows will be off.
And Jesus doesn’t leave room for interpretation
here:
“Most assuredly, I say to you,
unless one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.” - John 3:3
Not might not. Cannot.
You can grow up around God. You can understand the
story of Jesus. You can celebrate Easter and Christmas and know all the right
language. I did.
I was even christened as a baby. So, in many ways,
I speak from within that space, not outside it. I was introduced to God early,
taught the basics, and given a framework for belief.
But looking back now, I can see that wasn’t the
beginning of my spiritual life.
It was exposure… not transformation.
And if I can say it carefully, it was almost like a
kind of spiritual immunisation. Just enough familiarity to make me think
I understood, but not the reality of having my eyes truly opened.
Because none of that equals life.
Until something happens, until God opens your eyes,
you remain in the flesh. And if you remain there, Scripture is clear:
“Those who are in the flesh
cannot please God.” - Romans
8:8
That’s not harsh. That’s honest.
There has to be a moment. A real one. A beginning.
Just as natural life begins at birth, spiritual
life must also start somewhere. Not through ritual. Not through repetition. Not
through trying harder. But through repentance.
“Repent, and let every one of
you be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins…” - Acts 2:38
It’s reaching a point where you realise, deep down,
not just intellectually, that you are a sinner before a holy God. That you
deserve judgment. That you cannot fix it. And that only Jesus can.
“In Him we have redemption
through His blood, the forgiveness of sins…” - Ephesians 1:7
I remember struggling with this for days. I
responded in a meeting when the call was made, and my hand went up almost
instantly. But instead of peace, confusion followed.
People told me I was saved. My mind told me I
wasn’t.
And I couldn’t fake it.
Eventually, I was left alone. On my knees, Bible
open. No crowd, no pressure, just me and a cry out to God.
And I prayed something simple: Father, I’m not
even sure what I’ve done… but I believe that Jesus died for me and has forgiven
my sin.
And that’s when it happened.
God answered, not with explanation, but with
certainty. With life.
I started crying uncontrollably. Not out of
sadness, but something deeper, joy, relief, clarity all at once. There was no
more guessing.
I knew.
I had been born again.
Now, here’s the part that matters. Not everyone’s
experience will be the same as mine. But there must be a moment. Without a
moment, an awakening of sorts, there is no foundation.
Because without being born again, everything else
becomes a dead work.
You can try to walk in the Spirit. Try to apply
Scripture. Try to live right. But it will all come back to effort, and it will
fall short.
It doesn’t work. It can’t work.
So, if you’ve grown up in religion or around the
things of God, hear this clearly: don’t oppose the Word. Trust it. Submit to
it. Let it guide you.
Because until the Spirit is alive in you,
everything else is a non-starter.
But when that moment comes—when God opens your
eyes—you move from striving… to life.
And that’s the true starting point.
We need that before anything else. Before growth.
Before obedience. Before understanding.
Without it, nothing stands.
With it, everything changes.
Being introduced to God is not the same as being
known by Him. One is religion. The other is life.
We’ll go further into this in the next post.
Signing off,
Tyrone