Since the Lord routed my insecurity and placed it beneath my feet, I’ve been blessed to count the spoils of His victory: peace, rest and joy, to name but a few. Daily when I awake, I remember the cry of my Savior as He marched out into battle for me:
Never will I leave you nor forsake you (Hebrews 13:5).
General Fallon, Jack the Giant Slayer (2013)
Thank God, Goliath is dead! He would attack from anywhere and overwhelm me with his threats and accusations. I can’t count the number of times I returned fire with scripture or testimony of the many ways in which the Lord proved His love for me. But Goliath just wouldn’t die for me.
Not a demon, my Goliath, but the personification of hurtful thoughts I picked up from a hurting parent, who long after departing, lives on in my memory. Old tapes, long distorted, for which there is no off button. It wasn’t until the end that mom overcame the voices of abandonment that haunted her for a lifetime. Doubtful I’d have ever found the off button for mine had the Lord not intervened.
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My mom, oldest of her siblings, was abandoned after her birth mother had several more children with a different man. Mom was taken in and adopted by an aunt who turned abusive and filed for emancipation after just a few years. With the help of social services, mom had hoped to make a home with her birth father, an alcoholic, but he refused to give up drinking. Finally, mom moved in with the family of her best girlfriend until she finished high school and married my dad. They were together a few weeks shy of 50 years, the last 3-1/2 years of which, dad cared for mom following a debilitating stroke. It was during those last few years that mom finally came to know and trust in the love dad had for her and to rest assured that she would never be abandoned again.
So we learn from our parents, right?
Jack and General Fallon, Jack the Giant Slayer (2013)
Mom and dad raised me to be polite, kind, respectful and Christian. Unfortunately, I was also raised to be insecure and prone to self-blame. Unintended of course, but raised in a home with such an undercurrent of emotion and me being an empath, I learned that my self worth hung upon the approval and acceptance of others.
Rejection, more than any other of life’s blows, throws me headlong into the pit of despair. What did I do? How can I make things right? Questions I know all too well and rarely get an answer for. Sometimes, people are Continue reading
When brothers separate themselves from one another, a difference in doctrinal belief(s) is often cited as the reason. It is unfortunate when on occasion someone refers to such difference as preaching “another gospel”. Where it is written that we are to “work out your own salvation with fear and trembling”, it ought be apparent that our beliefs undergo change by God’s design, until the day we fully embrace all the Truth that is God’s Son. How is it then that we are supposed to agree on doctrine, when God is actively changing us to be conformed to the likeness of His Son, our whole life long?
What is the “gospel” then? It means “Good News!” and was first announced by the angels, the night the Savior was born. It is written:
And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news (Greek: euaggelizō; “the gospel”) of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. (Luke 2:10-11 ESV)
There you have it, the Gospel: it is Christ Jesus the Lord, our Savior. He alone is The Way, The Truth, The Life. There is NO other name under heaven by which men may be saved. Only the Savior, the Son of God, saves.
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The Sons Are Free was started with the intention of being a repository of original articles for believers whom God is calling to come out from religious bondage unto freedom as sons of God. It was my hope to provide encouragement and affirmation, on what is often a lonely and unnerving process of revelation and growth.
Along the way, I fell victim to my own ambition to grow the blog and began posting humorous pieces under the category Rimshots, together with short posts of a more personal devotional nature called Musings. You’d think I’d know better than to quench the Spirit by chasing after my own ambitions, having written an article (link) about it several months ago. But no, I failed to see it as applicable to myself, which only confirms another of the things God has shown me; and that is most of the “words”, dreams and visions we receive from Him are intended to teach the person He gave them to, more often than He gives them for sharing with others.
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My leading with this blog has been to establish a repository of reading material for believers who are making their way out of religious bondage to freedom in Christ. The journey is often a frightening and lonely one and I found comfort and reassurance in the testimonies of others whom I met online who had made the journey before me and whose experiences often echoed my own.
To that end, I’ve posted several articles per week since last November, from the archive of my old web site at LordYouAre.com (now defunct), together with the volume of new writings the Lord has given me since last fall. With the arrival of spring, I no longer feel a leading to post from the remaining archives of my old site and the volume of new articles has come to a halt. Thus from this point forward, only that which is new and the Lord prompts me to share will be posted here.
I was thinking about the “affinity” people have for their “church”, that place where they worship and have vested their faith. Like most believers, I too viewed “my church” with “rose colored” glasses, that is until the day God ambushed me with a single question, asked at 3 different times throughout the so-called “worship service”.
The workmanship of thy tabrets, and of thy pipes (Ezekiel 28:16)
God: My son, what do you see?
Me: I see a pipe organ, Lord.
When I’d answered Him, He replied in a shockingly truthful way.
God: That’s right, this church worships a pipe organ.
His answer left me cross-eyed, as if I’d just been hit across the forehead with a spiritual 4×4. It took years to receive that truth. In fact, my initial reaction was one of disbelief and questioning; “what do you mean they worship a pipe organ”, I protested. Continue reading