Saturday, August 14, 2004
Blogswap 4: Freedom
Today's blogswap entry comes from dolls
I do not think I to any extent understand the fullness of freedom that I have. I have the freedom to wake up in the summertime when I desire. I can go to a Christian school during the year. I can attend the church and the religion of my desire. But, I believe the one freedom that I am most thankful for is the freedom that I have from sin.
Over the past few years I realised what a slave to sin I was. I was a slave to death. There was no hope for me in my sinful state. At the age of twelve I became aware of my sins and decided that I wanted to become a slave to Christ. A slave to life.
There has always been a song that stuck with me through a large portion of my Christian walk. "Pierce my ear oh Lord my God, take me to your door this day and I will serve no other God, Lord I'm here to stay, For you have paid the price for me, with your blood you ransomed me, and I will serve you eternally, a free man I'll never be."
What hit me most is that slaves in old testament times would have to work for seven years then they were free. If the slave came back they would peirce the ear of the slave using a nail and the door as a stable post, and then they were a slave for life. I have chosen to be Christ's slave; that is the best form of freedom I could imagine.
I do not think I to any extent understand the fullness of freedom that I have. I have the freedom to wake up in the summertime when I desire. I can go to a Christian school during the year. I can attend the church and the religion of my desire. But, I believe the one freedom that I am most thankful for is the freedom that I have from sin.
Over the past few years I realised what a slave to sin I was. I was a slave to death. There was no hope for me in my sinful state. At the age of twelve I became aware of my sins and decided that I wanted to become a slave to Christ. A slave to life.
There has always been a song that stuck with me through a large portion of my Christian walk. "Pierce my ear oh Lord my God, take me to your door this day and I will serve no other God, Lord I'm here to stay, For you have paid the price for me, with your blood you ransomed me, and I will serve you eternally, a free man I'll never be."
What hit me most is that slaves in old testament times would have to work for seven years then they were free. If the slave came back they would peirce the ear of the slave using a nail and the door as a stable post, and then they were a slave for life. I have chosen to be Christ's slave; that is the best form of freedom I could imagine.
My entry will be posted on Sober Minded.
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