Posts Tagged ‘freedom’

Follow your arrow

In life I think the hardest person to accept sometimes is ourselves. Our parents, our loved ones, our friends, our society, tells us who we should be and how we should be it. We follow laws and religions blindly, and judge other people who are following a different system just as blindly. So rare it is for people to have an original thought, an original idea. Our outlook is so much formed by outside forces that some of us never truly become our own person.

There is a time in life when we can continue to follow the path and the ideals that have been set out for us, or we can decide to break free. Become an individual. Represent ourselves, instead of a system. We can be truly free. Not bound to the noose that we allow to be put around our necks.

You know the picture of a fool? Someone who sits in a jail cell for all of their lives not realizing that the cell has no lock, and if they would give it a slight push they could simply break free.

We do not have to repeat the mistakes of our parents or of our grandparents. One day when I sit down to tell my children about my life story, I would like to tell them that I did everything I ever dreamed of, that I didn’t settle for reading the stories of others, but instead I created my own. That yes I made mistakes, but sometimes it’s those who traipse closest to death that end up truly living.


We rush to grow up, rush to find work, rush into marriage, rush in having kids, and rush in growing old, then try to delay our death.


Make a choice

Freedom is the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved. It is the absence of coercion or constraint in choice or action.


What if you made a choice, and it resulted in no action?


Assume you’re a kid. And you’re in, I don’t know, fourth grade. Your mom says she’s gonna be packing you a lunch to take to school everyday. She then goes on to suggest that she can make you either a PB&J or a turkey burger. Excited at the prospect of choice, you tell your mom that today you want a PB&J, but tomorrow you’re gonna need a turkey burger. You get to school, lunchtime rolls around, and you open your lunchbox, pleasantly satisfied that your peanut butter and jelly sandwich is there just as you requested. The next day you open up your lunch box expecting to see a turkey burger. But your 4th grade forehead wrinkles in consternation, because before you yet again is a PB&J. Frustrated, but hungry, you eat your PB&J , but determine to get to the bottom of this gross mistake. Later that day you get home and you put on your best pout as you confront your mom as to why you didn’t get the turkey burger as per your request. She smiles in understanding of your situation and asks you what you want for tomorrow. Pleased that you seem to have easily straightened things out you ask for, guess what(?), a turkey burger. But the next day, when lunch time rolls around, you open your lunch box with tears rolling down your face in disappointment, cause hey, it’s another PB&J.


My point?


Is there any significance of having freedom to choose, if our choice is never reflected in any correlated action?


I mean why give the kid a choice of turkey burger or PB&J, if no matter what he chooses, he’s always getting a PB&J?


Is that freedom? No. In fact it’s worse than entering knowingly into a dictatorship, because from the outset, you were under the impression that it was a democracy.


“In freedom, most people find sin.”


Do you know what we expect from God? We expect, no, we demand freedom. “Because true love is not forced.” Right? But at the same time we expect that no bad things will ever happen. At least not to us.


We expect to make the wrong choices and for everything to turn out okay. Why? Because God is good. But for us to choose wrongly and still not have to face the consequences of our actions, or even to have others choose wrongly and not have it affect us, God would need to take away our freedom. He would need to make it impossible for our choice to result in any actual action.


The sin, degradation, and depravity that we see in the world often leads one type of person to wail “There is no God,” and if there is a God, then “He simply isn’t good.”


However, another type of person might also, more accurately I would argue, wail ‘How lowly, how depraved is the sinner’s state.’ Would that we had chosen more wisely or had more compassion.





“Sin is like a jail cell. The door is open, except its so nice and comfy and there doesn’t seem to be any need to leave.” But you can leave. You can get up, leave, and enter into the light.


Thankfully we do not have a God like the writer Jarod Kintz telling us, “I want to protect innocent people from sin by locking them in cages, where the evil can’t get to them.” Instead God holds out the PB&J. While Satan has the turkey burger. It’s an all you can eat buffet. But you still have to make a choice.





(…let the record show that there is no implied correlation between Satan and turkey burgers…)

Still, I wait.


Night fell.

Again, alone.

Lights off,

Eyes closed.


I hear my heart pounding in my chest,

as I struggle grasping just for one breath.


Against the windowsill I lay

High up.

While the world,

Its lights, it’s glamour

quietly corrupts.


Cool breeze.

Chills race up my spine.

I lean in, shuddering,

Numbness making the scars feel just fine.


The anticipation rises.
Impregnated with fear

Resigned to deliver,

but unable to bear.

See. I’m never ready.

Again and again

I try to stay steady


I’ve tried to escape

But no longer


I just wait.



I won’t fight.


Our understanding is simple,

I’m wrong, it’s right.


All day I’ve tried to hide

But the night always reveals

what the light hides.


I finally see things the way they are,

or the way I’ve created them to be.


Years of running and hiding

But never finding peace to set me free



It envelops me once again,

Covering me till I almost feel its my friend.


Every night it comes

And so now

I simply wait

No longer hoping for an escape


Seconds, minutes

Minutes, hours


I call His Name!

And that night, it never came.


I pressed

I waited

I urged it onwards

But tonight its hold on me was no longer.



 “You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that—and shudder.”

(James 2:19)

 “That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth.”

(Philippians 2:10)

“Our struggle is not against flesh and blood… but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world.”

(Ephesians 6:12)



Fear and hopelessness is of the devil. But there is one greater. Call His name!