As a child, I raced around my neighborhood on my ten-speed at dusk, pumping pedals in even cadence, arms spread wide. My parents called me in as the sun disappeared, but I would linger. Each time I met God in the secret place, I was free. My heart beat strong with vitality, but over time this zeal was replaced by the hamster wheel of achievement and acceptance. I bought the lie that love could be earned, and my worth depended on my latest accomplishment. Choosing the approval of others over the freedom God offered, I hustled and chased life by the tail, desperate to keep up.
Jesus doesn't say you can be be free or may be free or will be free. He says you are free. Dare you believe it? Freedom is for everyone who wants it—the lost, the wounded, and those weary from striving. It’s for those who gave up trying years ago. It’s for the angry and hurt, for those both brilliant and burnt by the Christian song and dance. You are the church, the people of God. You were meant to be free. Will you join this freedom journey with me?