We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean, because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.
I cling to Jesus with every fiber of my being because He is unfailing, He is absolute, He is steadfast and His grace is deeper and wider than my imagination can even fathom. In Him and Him alone is where I’ve discovered a hope more bright and beautiful than words can possibly describe.
I don’t know how to win this battle.
Free to Love? Sure I am!! But you know what else? I’m free to listen to heavy metal music… and Jesus even sings with me. ….What are you free to do?
I’m free to worship like a crazy man, and waltz with my invisible partner.
I’m free to give money and provide funds to whoever He wishes.
I’m free to say “NO!” to the offers of even the most beautiful of temptresses.
I’m free to pray for pornstars and serial killers; Jesus stands with me
I’m free to believe in the existence of ‘paranormal activities’ and I’m also free to exercise my authority over them.
I’m free to give EVERY conversation to Jesus, to say what He says even if it means the conversation will end right there.
I’m free to change the meanings of ‘bad’ words.
I’m free to alter what everyone else calls ‘reality’.
I’m free to make declarations in Jesus’ name, without even saying “in Jesus’ name”
I’m free to write the check, on behalf of my husband.
I’m free to call Him ‘buddy’ ‘bro’ ‘bruh’ ‘beloved’ ‘love’ ‘beautiful’ ‘daddy’ ‘big guy’ ‘oh-wondrous-being-of-my-utmost-devotion’ …and I’ll still be calling Him by name.
I’m free to be see through, in both mind AND body.
I’m free to walk in the ‘dangerous’ parts of town, and I might just heal a few hearts while I’m there.
I’m free to be the hype man, cause I don’t have to be the star (~Pete!)
I’m free to have open eyes, and see in the spirit
I’m free to say that Team Edward and Team Jacob are both lame.
I’m free to say that what Harry Potter does, I can do…. but I’m actually real.
I’m free to BE real, and not wear a face, a mask, a disguise-upon-my-soul
I’m free to fall head-over-heels at the beginning of each day, as my Beloved brings the brilliant light of love through my window
I’m free to Love without trying to sell my Jesus to others.
Free to Love? Sure I am!! But you know what else?
I’m free to listen to heavy metal music… and Jesus even sings with me.
….What are you free to do?