Welcome to Freedom


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.

He looked at me curiously. “Where are you going, Janna?”

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.

In the distance stood cages, doors hanging open. This might very well be what I was looking for! Relief swept over me as I voluntarily climbed into the opened cage and slammed the door behind me. Jesus continued watching me. He looked sad. I yelled with a smile, “Don’t worry! I’ll be right back!”

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.

Finally the bars of the cage, standing there small in the vast space of freedom, were weighing heavy on me. I realized they hurt my back and constricted me terribly. I pushed against them in hopes of working more efficiently. I was finally forced into a fetal position within the shrinking of the cage. This isn’t working! I sighed in deep defeat. I could have sworn I heard someone in the distance laughing an accusation. Was it 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.

What am I going to do now?

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.

One thought on “Welcome to Freedom

  1. I am crying as I read this all too familiar vision. Thank you for your honesty, for your willingness to let Jesus free you, and for sharing it so others can be released from the cages we put ourselves in. I want to be in Jesus’ arms…I want to stare into His eyes. Thank you for this encouragement to go to Him.

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