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Freedom In Christ

Freedom in Christ

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1 NIV

As a Christian, the truth of this verse is a great reminder. Sometimes, perhaps I may be somewhat relaxed or laissez faire to the freedom I have in this Great Nation. If I listen to the world view, it can sound mighty scary because all around us are voices of violence and crime. So I ask myself, am I safe and truly free? When I turn to the Source, amidst the noise there is a still small voice that is but a whisper: “Be Still, Be Still, I am God.”

As I read in the Bible, Jesus reassures us He came to give us freedom from the law of sin and death. We couldn’t save ourselves, so He stooped down and rescued us. All because of His great love and grace I am free.

This truth lifts my heart in song to the age-old hymn:

My Country, `Tis of Thee

              My country, `tis of thee, sweet land of liberty

Of thee I sing; land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims` pride

From every mountain-side

Let freedom ring!                                           Samuel F. Smith 1808-1895

                                                                                                    By Mary Z

 

 

 

Freedom From Addiction

 

Freedom from Addiction:

Wrapped Up or Free?

When wrapped up in ourselves, we are wholly consumed with our own needs, wants, and desires. We have no interest in the concerns of others or in their personal situations. Yet since none of us can ever have all of life served on a platter, we addicts have chosen to fill the gap with indulgent behaviors. Interestingly, though, instead of feeling fulfilled, we find that our problems have intensified and become more complicated. Our addiction is an act of self-absorption.

We now have the option to look beyond our own little world and start letting others into our hearts.  We can enjoy the sharing of ourselves in intimacy with dear friends. The paradox is that by getting outside of ourselves, connecting with those around us, we are free to love and experience others at a whole new level. Previously, our addiction served as a barrier to true relationships…but now we are practicing letting go.  This allows more time and energy for the freedom of fellowship and love to flow.

~ Lose It for Life

By Mary Z

Freedom Isn’t Free

FREEDOM – –  isn’t free

Here’s what three American presidents had to say about it:

America will never be destroyed from the outside.  If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.                  Abraham Lincoln, 16th President (1860-65)

 

Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction.  We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream.  It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.

Ronald Reagan, 40th President (1981-89)

 

We hold these truths to be self-evident:  that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.                                                               Thomas Jefferson, 3rd President (1801-09)

One of America’s Founding Fathers and principal author of the Declaration of Independence

 

 

Happy Independence Day

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!

 

The high price of FREEDOM

When our youngest US President, John F. Kennedy, uttered his famous pledge that our country would “bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, and oppose any foe in order to assure the survival and success of liberty,” it’s doubtful that he—or anyone else–had envisioned the true extent of the hardships our soldiers would endure during the Vietnam War.

As the costly conflict escalated, and for the first time in American history the media were allowed to dispense graphic footage of casualties to the public, the war became wildly unpopular, spawning massive demonstrations that sometimes became violent.   By the time this war ground to an unsatisfactory halt, veterans returned, not to the adulation of tickertape parades, but to scorn.

Among the thousands of young men drafted during the 1960s and ’70s and sent to the steamy, mosquito-infested jungles of Vietnam was my cousin, Randy Anderson, of Backus, Minnesota.  His return was a little bit different.

He was riding the Greyhound Bus on the last leg of his journey home from the war when the driver bypassed the hometown café where pickups and drop-offs were usually made and kept going.   A couple of miles out of town he explained to the passengers, “Folks, we’re going to take a little detour here, because we’ve got a hero on board.”

To the puzzlement of the other passengers, the driver turned his big bus onto a dusty, rolling gravel road and barreled through the countryside.  When he reached a crossroads, he turned into the yard of a small house and drove right up to the door.

To the applause of the passengers and a salute from the driver, Randy hopped off the Greyhound and into the arms of his family.

“Welcome home, soldier,” the driver said.

©Copyright, Sharon Sheppard, 2015