“The more I sit at the feet of Jesus as one the Chosen, the more restricted and bound I am becoming.
Rather than being freed, I find myself less free. Rather than being forgiven I find myself accused. I hear right and wrong … must and must not … should and should not … I have to choose between will and will not.
I am becoming a prisoner of my own faith!”
Have I lost it – or found it?
Is this an unintended – or intentional – by-product of so much bible teaching?
Is it okay to journey this way?
Does God have the capacity to love me when I think aloud?
Do I have the capacity to know God when I think aloud this way?
Do you have the capacity to love me when I think this way?
Thank you –
A few years ago we were broken into. It was only when our daughter woke-up and saw our car was missing that she woke us and we found the front-door slightly ajar … then a rear door with the door-curtain caught … then a fence panel in the back garden half-raised .. and a bunch of keys (with the car key) missing. But we had to look to make sure – we had to think where things had been and what was out of place.
It was a speculative burglary we were told. Two or three walk the street. Try each front door. Are in and out in double-quick time. We had never been burgled before. Now we live as though we will be burgled at any time. And it feels like being a prisoner in our own home.
“Keep awake therefore, for you do not know on…
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