Monday, March 2, 2015

What Does the Cross Mean to Me?? Freedom

For me, the cross means freedom.

The cross is the place where my chains broke. It’s where my old self died so that I can now live in Christ.
Not free to do whatever I want, but free to be whoever God wants me to be.

Something that I’ve been thinking quite a bit about, is this: In order to be for is to be free, we must have been a slave.

Logic says that you are either:
  1. A Slave
  2. Free
There is nothing in-between those two things. You can’t be a “Kind of slave” in the same way you can’t be “Sort of free.”

When you know that you are not free, you must know that you are a slave. You are a slave to your sinful self. A slave to the things you don’t want to do, but keep doing anyway. A slave to your past, your flaws, and a slave to the way you have not been called to be.

Anyone who has taken a history class knows about slavery. You know about how people we bought and sold, as if they were worthless-with no thoughts. Once they were bought, they had to do whatever their master told them to do.

In the same way, when we are slaves to the enemy, we have to do whatever he says.
But we were bought at Calvary.

We are now set free.
 We are now a new creation. The old is gone. The new has come.

What Jesus did for us at the cross is the price paid for your freedom.

Now. Ok. I get it. You—my dear reader—are like. “Yo. Rach. Yet again you are CRAZY.”

And yes. You are right. I am crazy about letting you all know that you don’t have to be slaves to sin anymore!
You now have the freedom to run from your old master and into the loving arms of freedom!

So. For my second post about the cross, I want you to remember one thing.

You are now free.
Because of what happened at the Cross.

Rachel Joy—Forgiven and Free

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