- published: 07 May 2016
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Counting the Cost, or in the NIV: The Cost of Being a Disciple or in the NRSV: The Cost of Discipleship or in the NKJV: Leaving All to Follow Christ, are titles given to the Gospel of Luke passage 14:25-33 which includes a pair of parables told by Jesus. The first title comes from the phrase "count the cost" which occurs in the King James Version of the passage, as well as some other versions.
The two parables are as follows:
And there went great multitudes with him: and he turned, and said unto them, If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple. And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple. For which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? Lest haply, after he hath laid the foundation, and is not able to finish it, all that behold it begin to mock him, saying, This man began to build, and was not able to finish. Or what king, going to make war against another king, sitteth not down first, and consulteth whether he be able with ten thousand to meet him that cometh against him with twenty thousand? Or else, while the other is yet a great way off, he sendeth an ambassage, and desireth conditions of peace. So likewise, whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not all that he hath, he cannot be my disciple.
There is a boxer, a young boxer, living across the street from me,
There is a woman living in my house,
There's a light in the kitchen that needs my attention,
Over in the corner there's a magazine rack,
There's a garden growing in the back,
Now, what's a poor soul to do?
Keeping track of all of this and all of that.
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that,
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that.
There is a picture, a sad picture, of a little boy holding on,
Maybe he's dead now, maybe he's alive,
There's a time to get angry and a time to be sweet,
Maybe I should telephone grandmother, tell her how much I've been missing her.
Oh, what's a poor soul to do?
Keeping track of all of this and all of that.
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that,
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that.
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that,
Counting the cost, just staying true to what it is I know to do,
Fore every unkind word I spoke, counting the cost and keeping track,
For all the money I kept for myself, counting the cost and keeping track,
For every unreturned phone call, counting the cost and keeping track,
For every prayer I locked up tight, counting the cost and keeping track,
I'm done and running out of things to say,
I'm running out of time to say it,