This is a post about freedom.
Not a belated July 4th celebration. A different kind of freedom.
We all have ways we define our lives. We claim things for our own. We fill in our incomplete sentences and pick identities from the moments of life God had placed in our past. Make your way around a party and talk to people. You’ll find the spoiled one, the beaten down and abused, the rich and privileged.
I remember playing on the golf team in high school. One of the guys was the son of a family that owned a pair of furniture stores in town. He wore the best clothes and had the most expensive golf clubs. His name was his identity.
There is a danger here.
The crucifixion scene in the Bible always fascinated me. The imagery was harsh and dramatic. I could picture the wind and rain-swept hillside, the trio of crosses with thunder crashing in the background. I could see the guards and the brave few supporters of Jesus gathering at his feet. The part that fascinated me was his words:
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
There are volumes of debate and analysis on the meaning of this question. We understand that, in the moment, Jesus had taken on all sin to be the living sacrifice for our salvation. God, in perfection, could not assist. His Will be done.
The Son had to move on without the Father to complete his ultimate journey.
I believe we are all called out on the water. To realize our destiny, we throw off the chains of our past and step forward.
We are shaped by our past, defined by our future, and driven by our dreams.
Tonight I pray you know freedom from the things holding you back. I pray you find new life and look in the mirror and know you are okay. You are strong. You are able.
You will make it.