Though as lord of my own life I appear to be king, in truth I am nothing more than a slave. When left to my own devices, I am a slave to my passions, my emotions, and even to reason. Above all these, I am a slave to my own nature of sin and death. Even at my first breath, I was already dead. The death which was my inheritance shapes who I am. Though I was born in a prison of my soul, I did not perceive it to be true. Though I was a slave, I thought myself to be free. Blinded and filled with death I walked the earth, searching for a meaning to it all. Though I searched a thousand years, I would never find it. Though I experience all that the universe can offer, still would I lack. Disheartened, I fall to the ground and weep. It is then that He finds me, when I am broken and at the end of myself. As a light fills a dark room so He illuminates my existence. I am led to the cross where He takes the sin and death that are rightfully mine. My blindness ceases and death is dispelled by His Life. His love surrounds me and in love He calls me to die to myself. He calls me to put all else aside and follow Him. Praise God! He has set me free! I am no longer a slave to myself, but to Him who gives me Life!
Posted on: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 06:07:20 +0000
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