Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 2 Corinthians 3:17
My words…
Praise
Lord, wherever You go, freedom follows. When You walked the earth, You were surrounded by enslaved people, enslaved by a law that had been so stretched and twisted over the centuries that the beautiful intent dropped to the ground. You couldn’t even pluck grain from a stalk and put it in Your mouth on the Sabbath without being called out by a teacher of the law. You, who watched Moses receive the law on Sinai, getting called out by a Pharisee. (No wonder they got on Your nerves.) Then You died. Then You rose. And freedom overpowered the law that had become so onerous. Some people cried, “Freedom! Hallelujah!” Others clung to their shackles, refusing to take the key freely given them. That must hurt You. But that was then, and this is now. Your freedom still follows You wherever You go. I have embraced this freedom because it is the only true freedom. As an American, I am free. But when I die, I am only a dead American. As a Christian, I am free. And when I die, I am still free. Now that’s true freedom.
Forgive me
There are days – dark days – when I put on the shackles of guilt, sin, or fear when I have already been freed of them. You forgive to free me of guilt. You died to free me of sin. And You indwell to free me of fear. Forgive me for forging more shackles when You suffered so much to destroy them.
Thank You
How does a freed slave find the words to thank her Liberator? The debt can never be repaid. So I worship You, I listen to You, I love You, and pray You will accept that as an offering of thanksgiving.
More praise
Because of Your freedom, Lord, I am empowered by You to chuck from my life anxiety, fear, despair, and guilt, which leaves a whole lot of room for hope, peace, and confidence. I can say to death, “Welcome, friend,” because I know what waits on the other side is a more glorious level of freedom. And that’s all because of You, my Liberator.
