Half-A-Decade

I recently completed five years of being incarcerated. Five years ago, because of my sins, my comfort was taken away from me. My freedom was taken away from me. My life was taken away from me. Five years ago, my sins were unveiled and my hypocrisy was revealed. Five years ago, I decided that I was done running away from Him and decided to run to Him. If someone would have told me that five years ago I would be in prison for the next 5 years, I would have fainted. When I had woken back up, I would have said, "nothing good can happen in those 5 years." Little did I know that my God had different plans. When He said in Genesis 50:20, “As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present outcome”, He really meant it.

The last five years haven’t been exactly the most luxurious or the most comfortable years. It hasn’t been a shower of good news. It hasn’t been a season of all happiness and all smiles. But it has been a reminder of faithfulness. Not my faithfulness, because I have fallen short many times. It has been a reminder of His faithfulness. His faithfulness has been a strong tower for me (Prov 18:10). His faithfulness has stood strong no matter how devastating the storm. The last years have not been what I expected as they have been the most fulfilling years of my life. I have been stripped off of my pride but been given inexpressible peace. My worldly comforts have been taken away so that I can receive comfort from God to comfort others (2 Cor 1:4). I have been sorrowful, yet rejoicing (2 Cor 6:10). I have lost my freedom, but I have found rest in His perfect will. My old life has died, and Christ Himself has become my life (Col 3:4). In the last five years, what I have gained eternally outweighs what I lost in this world, because I gained Christ.

I used to listen to the song, "Bless the broken road" by Rascal Flatts (Don’t judge me). In my mind the destination of that song was always a girl. That I would find the one, no matter what I went through and how broken I was. But a few years ago, I downloaded the same song, but this time by a Christian group named "Selah." I still remember the first time I listened to that song in prison. A realization became crystal clear to me, and I teared up. I realized that I was wrong this whole time. The destination of the song was never a girl or anything this world could offer. The destination was Jesus. In that instant I went looking for that old hole in my heart that has caused me so much pain and hurt, but I couldn’t find it anymore. Instead I found an overflow of grace, forgiveness and the love of my Lord. My emptiness was filled with Jesus, and I realized that I was no longer lost or blind. With my heart filled with sorrow and gratitude, I asked for forgiveness and gave thanks to Him. This whole time He waited patiently for me while I impatiently made a chaos out of my life. 

“But you just smile and take my hand. You’ve been there, you understand.” – Rascal Flatts
Isaiah 42:3 says, “A bruised reed He will not break and a smoldering wick he will not sniff out.” This is one of the promises that I have seen being fulfilled in my own life. I was a bruised reed, but Jesus healed me. I sought the world and found emptiness. 5 years ago, the Lover of My Soul sought me when I did not think I was worth searching for, and found me. Now my life is hidden with His (Col 3:3). 

In my finiteness I made a fool out of myself, but in His infinite love He is transforming this fool into His disciple. God is Able (Hebrews 7:25)

Misplaced Isaacs

While in prison, I have committed myself to taking care of my health. I pledged to work out regularly and eat healthy. I have been doing good on my promise. I have been doing so good that I even worked out on Christmas Day. I was probably doing a little too good, and God had some different plans.

A few days ago, I woke up with a little bit of fever and fatigue. I did not think much of it. The next day I woke up with one giant pimple on my face and a few bumps on my body. I still did not think much of it and kept doing what I normally do. The next day I woke up with more giant pimples and bumps all over my body begging to be scratched. I was down with chickenpox! I could not work out anymore and my hunger was gone. I went into a mild depression. Two of the things that I prioritized were out of my reach, and I felt like all the progress I made was gone.  In a way, I felt useless. Then God met me in Genesis chapter 21 and 22. 

In chapter 21, Abraham and Sarah just had Isaac, and needless to say, they were very happy. They had been waiting for Isaac for a long time now. He was the fulfillment of God’s promise to them. Then it says that when Isaac was weaned, Abraham held a great feast. But during that feast, Sarah saw Ishmael (Isaac’s stepbrother) mocking Isaac. So she asked Abraham to kick Ishmael and his mother Hager out. And Abraham did so. Did Sarah blow this whole thing out of proportion? Ishmael was probably just giving Isaac some little-brother treatment. Did Sarah elevate Isaac to a place where he did not belong?

In chapter 22, God asks Abraham to take his promised son whom he loves to be sacrificed as a burnt offering. So Abraham took Isaac for the journey. While they were on their way, Isaac asked Abraham where the lamb for the offering was. Abraham answered, “God himself will provide the lamb.” After they reached the mountain, Abraham bound Isaac on the altar, and he was about to slay his own son when the Lord stopped him.  Instead, God provided a ram, caught in a nearby thicket by its horns, for the sacrifice. Why did God do all this? Did he want to test Abraham’s faith? Probably. Was it a picture of God’s own Son and His sacrifice? Yes. But what God taught me this time was this: maybe this happened so that Abraham would not put his Isaac in the place of his God. We have all had our Isaacs, something we have longed for, prayed for, waited for. We cherish our Isaacs that God has granted us, but unfortunately, very often we also misplace our Isaacs. We try to find identities in them. We try to find fulfillment in them. We try to find our value in them. We try to find our god in them. We put our Isaacs in the place of our God. Maybe God was showing Abraham that obeying Him was more important than the life of his beloved son. Maybe God was showing Abraham that Isaac is the gift, but He is the Giver. 

I have misplaced my Isaacs more often than I can remember. I am ashamed to confess that I have given higher priority to this world than to my obedience to God. I have tried to find my joy in the things of this world. It is funny because the very things that I thought would bring me joy only left me feeling more and more miserable. I have tried to find fulfillment in the blessings rather than the Provider. I have loved the gift more than the Giver. I have dug for myself broken cisterns that could hold no water, and in the process, I have forsaken the Living Water (Jeremiah 2:13).

But by the grace of God, I was bought with a price and redeemed. He gave me this righteousness and took my cross. He took my broken cistern and gave me an everlasting well. The life I now live is not my own anymore. The life I now live belongs to the Lamb who died for it. 

 

Sometimes we may have to walk up the mountain in Moria, with our Isaac as an offering, to meet the Lamb.

A story not mine

I sit in this prison cell writing my story, thinking about what I thought it would be and what it has become. Where I started and where I will be. What I thought would bring me happiness and fill my emptiness, and Who ended up giving me the loving peace. I sit in this prison cell writing a story. A story not mine at all. It is the story of the One who formed me, called me, redeemed me because He is mine and I am His.

I was born in a Christian family in India. I grew up going to church every Sunday with a few rupees in my pocket for the church offering. I knew all the church songs in more than one language, but I did not know the One for Whom I sang it. I simply did not have the desire to know Him. I just wanted to do my part, look good and get it over with. But that did not fill the emptiness or take away the pain in my heart. The school I went to had a few thousand students in it, but I was the only student whose religious status said “Christian.” Though I was the only Christian, I was no different than the thousand other unbelievers. It is not very often that you will bump into a Christian in India, so a lot of my friends asked many questions about Christianity. I would always try to change the subject because I was ashamed of my religion. I was ashamed because it made me look different. It made me say “no” to trips to the temples. It made me refuse the food sacrificed to idols. It made me look different to them. I was tired of being different.

I kept on living my life wearing the “Christian” tag. I kept on singing songs on Sunday mornings, putting money in the offering plate, doing my part to look good and get it over with. But I still did not know who I was doing it for, and my heart was still hurting. During that time a missionary family started attending my church. My family became close friends with them (we ended up becoming related later). They had four sons and all of them were younger than me, but they all ended up way taller than me (I still cannot figure out the mathematics in that). One day, the dad and one of his sons invited me to a mission trip along with two other American guys to a village. I agreed and started packing for it like I was going on a vacation. I did not even think of taking a Bible with me, but my sister made sure I took one. We made the long and bumpy trip to the village. The church welcomed us and after that we went straight to bed. Next morning, I woke up and found all the guys in the next room silently reading their Bibles while sipping on some tea. So, to fit in, I grabbed my sister’s Bible and sat with them while sipping on some tea myself. But I was not reading a word. I was being what I did best: a hypocrite. Then one of the two guys that came with us comes to me and asks if I would like to read the book of Philippians with him. I said “sure.” It took me a long time to find that book, and when I found it, it wasn’t without help. “What verse?” I asked. “All of it!” he replied. I was not happy with the answer, but I still complied. I started reading, barely understanding much. Yet one verse caught my eye, and I could not get past it. So, I asked him what 1:21 meant, “to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” How could dying be any kind of gain? He said, “If we live for Christ, we will live with him. When our life is about Christ then death can only mean gain because we will be with Him.” I could not understand anything he said, but at the same time I knew that everything he just said was true. A seed was planted, and that seed made my heart beat faster.

There was an outdoor service the next evening. The missionary dad was going to preach on God’s grace. Little did I know that my life was about to change in the next 30 minutes. He started speaking, and my heart that had been hurting for a long time started listening for the first time. He talked about a courtroom. In that room, God the Father was a judge, and I was the criminal about to be condemned. I stood in front of that great Judge, not bringing anything to prove my innocence because I was not. I was about to be condemned for eternity, but then the great Judge asked me to step aside because Somebody was going to take my place. Then I see this man walking in. I have heard about him and what he could do. Will he do it for me too? He takes my place in the court along with the charges and my chains. He tells me that I am free and forgiven. “That’s God’s grace” the speaker said. At that moment it was as if I was a little plant, and his grace was a hurricane. He violently and lovingly shook me. Though I was surrounded by many people, at that moment I was alone with the Son of God. I said “yes” to Jesus who took my place. The only words that came to my mind were “To live is Christ and to die is gain.”

We were on our way back home, and I was excited. I had not told anyone what had happened, and I wanted to tell my family. But there was something different that I did not expect. I felt like my conscience had just woken up. I saw things differently. Now I clearly knew what sin was, and the things I wanted to do were wrong. I felt betrayed. I thought that accepting Jesus would free me. Then why did I feel more restricted now than ever? But one thing I didn’t stop doing was to read my Bible every day.  Every day when I read the Bible I would ask God to talk to me and clear things up a little. A few months later while reading, He showed me Romans 8:18 where it says that our present sufferings are nothing compared to the glory we will receive. That was His answer to me. He asked me not to run anymore. I assured him that I wouldn’t because “For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.”

Nearly a year later I was accepted in a college in America and was about to head there. I was on fire for God and wanted tell everyone about Jesus. I was excited to attend college in America because I had heard that the US was a mostly Christian population. I did not have to be different anymore. Well let’s just say things were not what I expected. When I got to the college, it was nothing like I thought it would be. Life seemed easier and morality was scarce. I felt more different here than in India. I tried to hold on to the One holding onto me. But my old fear crept in. So, to make my life easier, I let go of Him. I went back to my old lifestyle where I wore the Christian tag, sang songs, doing my part to look good and get it over with. If sin was a pool, I dove right in. Now my life was easier my morality was scarce and my heart hurting worse than ever before.

I lived like that for a long time which resulted in an increased amount of conviction in my heart. That conviction was fueling my anger, and my anger was waiting to erupt. The eruption happened, and two days later I was arrested. I was in a holding cell in the jail for about 10 hours. The cell was cold, and I was in a state of shock. I was ashamed, scared and angry at myself for what I had done. At last I had been caught. I finally hit the bottom, and there was no way to cover this one up. The bottom felt cold, dark and hopeless. I did not think anyone would want anything to do with me anymore. I did not think my God and my family would want me. I had betrayed God so many times. It was at that moment when I fearfully and hesitantly whispered, saying, “I am done! Jesus, if you would still take me, I will follow you.” I was expecting a wave of extraordinary comfort but there was none. The truth is what I found was that the Lord just talked to my heart like a man talks to a man and said, “Your sins are forgiven. Follow me and sin no more.” I thought about the cross and how it never moved from its place. Though I was unfaithful, my God remained Faithful. I remembered the verse in Philippians 1:21, and now it was time to make it my own, “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.”

It has been over four years since then, and I am still in prison. In these years my God has been faithful to me. He has been good and gracious. Physically, I am still in prison, but spiritually God set me free from my chains the day I started following Him in that cold holding cell.

Job 36:15 says, “He delivers the afflicted by their affliction and opens their ear by adversity.” God used my physical suffering to take me out of my spiritual suffering. For over four years I have been carrying my cross, and through His strength I never plan to put it down. It has not been easy, but the pain in my heart has been replaced by the peace that surpasses all understanding. My emptiness filled by His love. A lot of people would say that my life is being taken away, but it is not true. I have been given a new life, a life lived for the Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me (Gal 2:20). “What happened to me has turned out for my own deliverance” (Phil 1:19).

God has helped me to love Him more than I ever did before. And I know that I will be free when God wants me to be free. While in my cell, I once said to my Lord, “May I gain my freedom when freedom is not the thing I want. May I gain my freedom when Jesus is the only one I desire.” 

Psalms 126 is a song that I am saving especially for the day when I walk out of prison:

“Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of Joy.

Those who go out weeping carrying seeds to sow, will return with songs of Joy carrying sheaves with them.”

Lonely Places

    I have a Hispanic friend in Christ here who is 64 years old and is in love with playing soccer. Though he is a little slow, he still outweighs us in Skills every time we go outside to play. He is also a diabetic. A few weeks ago, he was not feeling great. Normally he stays in good shape, but that day he was sweating and acting differently. He went and told the officers how he was feeling, just to hear them say to put in a medical request. Ten minutes later he had a stroke. He was taken to the infirmary. Thankfully his life was spared but something changed. When he walked in the barracks we all noticed the change, the left side of his face was now drooping. His speech was very unclear, and his left eye nearly shut. When I first saw him my heart hurt, and I was angry. I went to God, and asked him to heal that man. My mind was filled with questions, and my heart filled with desperate cries. A couple of days later God reminded me of a story.

    In Mark 1: 40–45, Jesus healed a man with leprosy. At that time, the lepers stayed in lonely places, castrated from society. They were labeled unclean and were not allowed in any sort of gatherings. Babies cannot live without touch, yet lepers were forced to. People thought lepers were cursed by God, but in the story the leper comes to Jesus, breaking all the social codes and asking Jesus to heal him. Jesus was compassionate.  He reached out his hand and touched the man and made him clean.

    I read the story in this prison cell, and I see myself as this leper who used to roam around the lonely places. I committed a crime and now I am castrated from society. I have been living without the touch of my loved ones. Some people consider us prisoners cursed by God. Sometimes even we consider ourselves cursed. But Jesus reached out his hand and touch the man. Why? I know that Jesus can heal without touching. He can heal by words and even just by a thought. So why did he touch the man? Because this leper was starving for love just like my brothers and me. Jesus did not touch the leper because his body needed it, but because his soul needed it. So often I have longed for physical freedom and healing but ignored the touch of Jesus. Often, I wanted God to move in my time so that when he didn’t, I counted his silence as his absence. So often I have been wrong. I prayed for my friend’s healing, but it has not happened yet.  Instead, a different kind of healing took place. He has been reading his Bible more. He has been praying more. His talk and smile are different now because he talks about Jesus more. 

    Being in captivity I have experienced similar things to leprosy. Yet when I asked for physical freedom and healing, God gave me much more. The day I got arrested, I promised God that I would follow Him wholeheartedly if He would set me free. He saw through me and knew that I was lying. If He would have physically saved me that day, then I would have been eternally lost. Since He kept me lost in the jail, I found Jesus and gained eternity. In this Lonely Place, Jesus reached out and touched me. Because of Him, I do not roam around lonely places anymore. Now I tell people how Jesus touched me and swapped places with me by taking my Lonely Places and lavished me with His freedom. 

    In verse 37, Peter says something profound that resonates with any and every person that walked this earth, “everyone is looking for you.” The life I used to live was filled with immorality, hypocrisy and deceit. I was trying to fill the emptiness that only Jesus can fill. In my inmost being I was looking for Jesus all along. But now, “I found the one my soul loves” (Songs of Solomon 3:4).

 

    “Without You, Jesus, my soul flies like a bird without a nest.”  - My Hispanic soccer-loving friend.

Broken Bridges

I had just finished my worship practice and was about to head to my cell. Then suddenly one of the guys asked me to sit with him. He is a 75-year-old man and has been in prison for 31 years. He is one of the biggest Christian leaders in this prison system and also a close friend of mine. When I sat down with him I sensed something different in his demeanor. Though he tried, he couldn’t say anything for a long time. He looked like a young man who was nervous, excited and anxious about something. He seemed scared but at the same time there was Joy in his tears. Finally, he said, ‘My sister sent me the address of my oldest son whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in 30 years.’

 

When he first came to prison, his son used to visit him often. But his son’s wife belonged to a prominent family and was involved in politics. Therefore, his son decided to spare the family of embarrassment and cut all ties with his father. That was the last time that the father heard from his son, 30 years ago.  In those 30 years, my friend started following Jesus faithfully. He got married and just celebrated his 19^th wedding anniversary with his wife on a video call. In these 30 years, he once died of a heart attack for six minutes, but God brought him back to life. A lot has happened in these 30 years.

 

We sat with each other for a long time. Though we consider ourselves pretty tough, and try to hide our emotions, we shed few tears together. He was telling me all the things his son used to like. He reminisced with me the childhood memories of his son. We mourned the loss of 30 years. Then he asked me what he should write to his son. I (who has barely completed the ‘uncle course’) said, ‘I do not have a clue.’ He replied, ‘Hmmm… That is good. I should start with that.’ And then He whispered, ‘I used to be a cold-hearted man. I never even cried at my dad’s funeral. But God has totally changed me and my heart. Now, just looking at the address brings tears of joy and reminds me of His grace and redemption.’ We prayed for God to give him the words to write, and also for the son, the grace to receive it in joy and thanksgiving.

 

One of the most important things I have learned after coming to prison is that relationships are important, and they ought to be honored, protected and treasured. My relationship with Jesus is the most important thing in my life. After that, it’s my family and the friends who chose to stick by me during this time. My relationship with my Lord is infinitely better in prison than it was when I was physically free, and because of that my relationship with my family is way closer now than before. But one thing I often pray for is for the broken relationships in my life to be healed one day. I learned the hard way that life is too short to tear relationships down.

 

But what hurts me more is that the people who are ‘free’ get upset with one another, give each other the silent treatment, and live in a prison of their own. In Matthew 5:23-24 Jesus says, “So if you are presenting a sacrifice at the altar in the Temple and you suddenly remember that someone has something against you, leave your sacrifice there at the altar. Go and be reconciled to that person. Then come and offer your sacrifice to God.”

 

Many of us do not have a choice for the restrictions that we are put in. Even if we want to reconcile, we are legally not allowed to do so. We want to mend the broken relationships, but we are helpless. Yet anyone who is reading this in the free world who has the option to turn around, please do. I do not want you to mourn over the years like my friend has for 30 years. Do not let the locust eat away anymore than it already has. We are helpless and cannot do anything about our relationships right now, but you can. 

 

Joel 2:25-26

The Lord says, “I will give you back what you lost
to the swarming locusts, the hopping locusts,
the stripping locusts, and the cutting locusts.
It was I who sent this great destroying army against you.

Once again you will have all the food you want,
and you will praise the Lord your God,
who does these miracles for you.
Never again will my people be disgraced.

Remember Him

 

A few weeks ago, one of my friends went in front of the parole board. It was his third parole hearing this time around. He had already done three years’ worth of denials. He was very confident that they will let him go this time because he has not been in any trouble in the last three years. We were all cheering for him on the day right before the results came. Another two years’ worth of denial. I just stood beside him not saying much. But then I asked if he was doing okay. He said, ‘No, it feels like a death in the family. No matter how much you try you couldn’t save them.’

 

The same evening, I came to my cell with a heavy heart and a muddled mind. I opened my Bible to what I was supposed to read that night. It was Mark 15. The crucifixion of Jesus. In this chapter the decision has been made to crucify Jesus after He has been flogged. Then they made Him carry His own Cross to the place called Golgotha. And they crucified Him. But what caught my eye was that before they crucified Him they offered Him wine mixed with myrrh but He did not take it. He did not take the drink that would help him to dull the senses and could make it easy to endure the cross. He was offered a little less of the cross but He did not take it. Instead he drank the full cup of wrath and experienced all of the cross. 

 

‘They offered Him wine mixed with myrrh and he received it not.’

Mark 15:23

I found myself going back two thousand years to this place called Golgotha. My pain and the tears in my eyes blurred my vision so I could not see Jesus clearly. My vision cleared when the tears rolled away and I saw Jesus on the cross. Still, I thought to myself, He could not really understand all that I have been through. Then suddenly I see this cup underneath His cross. It is full of wine and myrrh and it sits rejected. And I keep staring at that rejected cup. It is like the answer to all my problems. I lift up my face toward Him and ask, ‘Why did you not take it?’ He answers, ’So that you will know that I went through everything you went through and so much more until it was finished.’ Then I asked, ‘what about the time when I was drenched in my own sin?’ My Jesus still lifted and nailed to the cross and the cup still rejected. ‘What about the time I felt lonely and forsaken?’ My Jesus still lifted and nailed to the cross and the cup still rejected. ‘What about the day I entered the razor wired walls?’ My Jesus still lifted and nailed to the cross and the cup still rejected. I ask, ‘What if I never come out of prison?’ My Jesus still lifted and nailed to the cross and the cup still rejected.

‘They offered Him wine mixed with myrrh and he received it not.’

Mark 15:23.

I can often go throughout my day forgetting what Jesus did for me on the cross. That is why in Luke 22:19, The Lord commands us to remember Him because He knows that we are forgetful people. Though the bones of my Savior can never be found, I have found His heart. In this passing life, I have come to know His eternal love for me. In this momentary darkness of suffering, sorrow and pain, His cross over-shadows all and the cup still sits rejected. And now I sit in this prison cell drinking from the cup of his grace. Overflowing is the cup of His Grace.

 

“...let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured from sinners such hostility against himself, so that you may not grow weary or fainthearted. Hebrews 12:1-3

Chasing Pools

A week ago, I was sitting in my chair enjoying some music and not wanting any human interaction. Then suddenly, through my peripheral vision, I saw a friend of mine coming towards me. (In my defense, when you live in a barracks with 50 men, sometimes it’s hard to get some space to gather your thoughts.) I tried to act like I didn’t see him even though he pulled his chair really close to me. I guess he didn’t see my sign that read, “No human interactions please.” Then after him staring at me for a while, I gave up and asked him the reason for existing in my space. He had a question for me, a serious one. 

He asked, “What if the only reason I am a Christian in here is because I do not have access to the temptations of the free world? What if I am a Christian in here just to get by?”

A few months ago, I was struggling with the same question. Before being locked up, I was a hypocrite. And I was such a good hypocrite that even I did not know that I was one. I had successfully deceived myself (1 Cor 3:18). I was asking God to show me whether my heart was sincere towards Him or if I was still being deceived by myself. That is when God reminded me of a question He asked a man like me 2000 years ago, “Do you want to get well?”

 

In John 5, Jesus was by a pool near the Sheep Gate in Jerusalem. There were a lot of disabled people by that pool. They believed that if they would get to that pool at a specific time, they would be healed of their disease or disability. Jesus saw a man there who had been an invalid for 38 years, and he simply asked him, “Do you want to get well?” The man replied that he had no one to put him in the pool, and the days when he tried to get in, others would pass him and get in the pool before him. Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” And just like that the man was healed.

I was just like the disabled person, a spiritually crippled man sitting in his own filth for so long. Jesus saw me lying there, learned about my condition, and then asked me, “Do you want to get well?” And when he asked, I pointed towards a muddy pool and showed Him my helplessness. He asked, “Do you want to get well?” I answered, “If you can just help me get a better future.” He asked, “Do you want to get well?” I answered, “If you can just help me out to get a lighter sentence.” He asked again, “Do you want to get well?” I answered, “If you can just help me get out of prison.” Is it possible that my pool, my helplessness, captivity and freedom, all these things have nothing to do with me being well? There is a song we sing here called “Son of David” by Ghostship. It is probably our favorite song because we get to shout when we sing the chorus. There is a line in that song that says, “the blind won’t gain their sight by opening their eyes.” All my life, I thought that I could see the pool I needed right before me, but it took God to show me real healing.  

It never ceases to amaze me how good God has been throughout my entire life. How He has carried me. How He meets me in a prison cell. How He is running toward me while I am running toward Him. “The life I now live in the body, I live by Faith in the son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.” Galatians 2:20

I have often tried to show God the solutions to my problems. I have often tried to chase various pools to satisfy the deepest desires of my heart. And every time it has left me hurt and dry. But God has shown me this: that I will find my wellness in the precious words of Jesus Christ. He has told me, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.”  Now, I will no longer be found sitting around a pool near the Sheep Gate.

 

“WHEN I WAS FREE, I WAS CHAINED,

BUT WHEN I BECAME CHAINED,

JESUS SET ME FREE!”