So Christ has truly set us free. Now make sure that you stay free, and don’t get tied up again in slavery to the law. Galations 5:1 NIV
He sat facing me. His scared hands slowly moved away hair that hung in my tear stained face. I recoiled at this love that I could not comprehend; how could anyone possibly love such a pitiful being such as myself? My slumped shoulders heaved up and down as I sobbed. He touched my face, forcing me to look into His eyes. “Don’t you remember? It is finished!“ A sigh of disbelief escaped me.
Something occurred to me, an idea. I got to my feet.
I wiped the tears off my nose and moved my hair behind my ears. “Jesus,” I said with renewed excitement and finger pointed in the air, “Wait here for a moment!” And off I ran…
He continued watching me as I moved freely in the light. There had to be a catch and I was going to find it! I mean, come on. That was all fine for the other ladies, but for me? No, no, no.
My new surroundings were cold and surprisingly small. The bars creaked as I struggled to move. It was the Cage of Works. This wasn’t really working for me. Instead of asking Jesus for help I just tried harder. The harder I tried the smaller the cage became. People passed by, I shouted at them, “Hurry! Jesus is going to see you walking about freely, you heathen! Don’t you see my devotion to Jesus? If you loved Jesus you would get in here!” Some did. Others swerved out of my grabbing hands and went straight to Jesus.
No it wasn’t. I couldn’t even turn my head without pain, but I could sense Jesus was no longer sitting in the distance. He was, as it turns out, standing at the door of my cage. He touched the unlocked door and my confines disappeared.
In answer to my unspoken question, Jesus once again got on His knees next to me. He bent down, put His face up to mine, and we stared into each other’s eyes like deep crying out to deep. He said with a gentle strength that shook the ground beneath me, “Janna, it is finished!”
And I understood and sighed with a breath of relief and release…
This is the month of plastic eggs and chocolate bunnies wrapped in gold. It is the welcoming of spring. For Believers it is the celebration of our resurrected Redeemer. It is the celebration of a broken relationship made right again as the death of The Innocent reconciled us to our Maker.
It is the celebration of Freedom.