“I’m no longer a slave to fear. I am a child of God.”~ Brian Johnson, Johnathan David Helser, Joel Case
The radio touched me today with simple words that carried a depth that touched the furthest reaches of my soul.
I’ve been a slave locked in many dark prisons throughout the course of my life. Prisons that held me years after the chains were broken and the doors thrown wide. Like a fragile bird unable to fly from its cage; its tiny heart hammering in its chest until it seemed like it wouldn’t be able to bear up under the strain.
My Jesus burst my bonds years ago, but it has taken decades to realize the reality of this freedom and just how complete it is. The walls of my fears, self-pity, insecurity and pride have been high and slippery.
As He leads me over one wall after another, gently but persistently, I’m becoming more accustomed to the sun on my face and the grass beneath my feet. The days are coming more frequently now where the very joy of knowing Him and spending time in His presence wells up in me until it spills over my banks.
The flood of emotion that fills me from His love causes me to want to laugh and cry. To sit quietly before Him and at the same time shout His praises from the rooftops.
I want to have eyes to see all that don’t know Him. I want to reach the ones who have turned from Him because the Jesus they have seen in me and others like me doesn’t always represent who He truly is. I want to say I’m sorry and share all that I’ve learned.
How often has my self righteousness or lack of love made someone question the one true God? I want to tell them, that I love Him, but I’m not Him. I am a sinner and by His grace I am learning, but it is a very slow process. I am often a poor reflection of who He is.
I long to tell them that He is not religion or a strict moral code. He is not cruel or small – legend or myth. He is not ritual or tradition. He is not simply good teacher – or great prophet.
He is God.
Jesus is “I am.”
Nowhere in literature are there three letters connected that have greater relevance, power or truth.
The promise held in those three letters set me free.
“Then Moses said to God, “If I come to the people of Israel and say to them, “The God of your Fathers has sent me to you, and they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ what shall I say to them? God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.” And he said, “Say this to the people of Israel, ‘I AM has sent me to you.” Exodus 3:13-14
He didn’t say He used to be or that He may be later.
He simply said, “I am.”
Our embrace or dismissal of that statement doesn’t change the fact of who He is.
He is the one who was, who is and who is to come.
“So the Jews said to him, “You are not yet fifty years old, and have you seen Abraham? Jesus said to them, “Truly, Truly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I am.” John 8:57
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God, He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:1-5
The Father gave His son and Jesus chose to lay down His life for us. No one took His life from Him. He freely gave it.
He chose to give us the way to come into right relationship with Himself.
I read something in 2 Corinthians today that struck my heart in a fresh way.
2 Corinthians 5:21 says, “For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”
For our sake?
Why would He do that?
Why would He give what was most precious to Him to save a fallen race who has done nothing but sin and rebel?
Why would He take beggars and make them sons and daughters?
“So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir.” Galatians 4:7
Why? It doesn’t make sense.
He did it for our sake. Because He loves us.
I am undone and made new by His mercy and His great love.
I tried to avoid writing this post today. My writing is uneducated and the thought of trying to express all that was on my heart about God’s character seemed as silly as handing a three year old a crayon and asking her to replicate the Sistine Chapel.
I decided to write this post with full knowledge of the fact that the only way one can understand this is to know Him intimately themselves. You don’t have to question if He will accept you. Don’t believe for an instant that whatever you have done in this life has put you outside the reaches and grace of Gods perfect love. Believe me when I say that nothing delights Him as much as one of His children accepting His love and turning to Him in repentance and faith.
I wish I could write you a pretty little story that would sum up the immeasurable depths of His love, beauty and goodness; but for this I have no words to give because the ones I have, have all been written on my heart. Written there by the author and perfecter of my faith.
He wants you to come to know this for yourself.
He certainly has been faithful to show me.
And like a bird I fly into the wonders of His love.
Free and without fear.
A daughter saved by His grace.