Today, while reading Luke 4:18,19, I was reminded of something Megan, my daughter-in-law, shared with me recently. Their dog, Maya, has a reputation of escaping her leash and running as far from home as possible. She understands the word freedom.
Megan commented how Buddy, her parent’s dog, was so accustomed to being on a cable run that when they would release him from the chain he wouldn’t even know it. He continued to remain in the same line and the same tracks that he had always run. Buddy acted as if he was still chained, when in fact, he was free.
Jesus freed us from every chain that has the potential to weigh us down… sin, fear, shame, guilt. You fill in the blank. It’s a done deal as far as Jesus is concerned. And yet, so often I find myself acting more like a prisoner instead of the King’s kid. I am free in every sense of the word except from that which I refuse to release. Can you relate?