02 June 2015
What are We Made For - Freedom
Greetings Dear Reader,
We want freedom in so many ways. We do so much to get the freedom we want. It seems to me that so much of that is futile, selfish, or wrong. We are meant to be free but we seek it in the wrong way.
No matter what we believe we are not free from God. Not believing in something does not make it non-existent or ineffectual. God is sovereign and in that sovereignty he gives us choice. We are free to choose him or not but not free from the consequences of our choices.
We must not sin to feel free. It only puts us in deeper forms of bondage. It only makes our debt to God deeper. One cannot fail to love others and be free. One cannot fail to love God and be free. These are the rails on which we must run.
Yes there are rails. We are not a roaming animal. We are more like a train. We can go many places but must stay on the tracks. Freedom is found in obedience. I must not put people in bondage to dead orthodoxy or false following. I must also assure I do not follow anything that hinders my freedom to follow Christ.
Anything that limits me from following Christ with all my thoughts, feelings, and actions is bondage. Freedom is found in faith and following. We are designed to be free.
If You Want to get Free – Waterdeep
In the gas station bathroom by the condom machine
I heard the word of the Lord
He said "Take off your shoes, this is holy ground too
You know I came for the sick and the bored."
Beneath the selling of beers
And the welling up of tears
Out beyond the beam of the remote control
There's a whispering voice
That the humble ear ears
that says "I am still waiting for you to ask just to be made whole."
And the bush it was burning on the mountain top
And though the leaves never blackened, the fire didn't stop
That's the way that it works in this old life of sin
You gotta let the fire burn you just to get clean within
I am so often deterred from my actual intent
by distractions in a cellophane wrap
And the cruel voice that taunts me when I open them up
to find just one more box full of crap
It's where you're mocked while you abstain
and then cursed when you give in
It's all a game that's impossible to beat
But there's a peaceful refrain God'll sing in your brain
when you put the nails to your hands and your feet
And the smell of our sacrifices
still fills up my head
There's just a few left at the altar, Lord
all the rest of them fled
And we've cried and we've tried
We've sweat and we've bled
But we don't just need atonement
We need to be raised from the dead
When they took down the cross from that dark hillside
The blood on their hands was the blood from his side
That's the way that it works, That's the way it must be.
You gotta let His blood stain you of you want to get free
If you want to get free
Don't you want to get free?
I think you want to be free.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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