Celebrate Freedom

My eyes welled with tears Sunday as our church choir, with orchestral accompaniment, sang the service songs of the US military branches during our pre-Fourth of July service.

Prior to the “Marine’s Hymn,” a white-haired gentleman in front of us handed his bulletin to his wife and prepared to stand. On the first note, he stood proudly with shoulders thrust back and arms by his side. I couldn’t see his face but imagined his countenance reflected pride, honor, and patriotism.

When the choir sang the song for the US Army, I thought of my dad who enlisted as a seventeen-year-old foot soldier during World War II. How frightened he must have been riding in a tank through occupied territory and later running across a battlefield as comrades fell beside him!

When he returned home, he dreamed of fallen soldiers as thunderstorms provoked nightmares from the horror of war. Our freedom isn’t free. Someone must pay for it.

Salvation in Christ is free to those who accept Jesus as Savior and Lord; however, there was a supreme cost for this freedom and the offer of eternal life in Heaven.

The Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.

Matthew 28:20

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

John 3:16

When we confess our sin, and ask Jesus to be Lord of our lives, we acknowledge that His death bought our freedom—freedom to pray, freedom to walk with Christ in abundant life, and freedom from eternal separation from God. 

This year as we celebrate the liberty we have as citizens of the United States of America, our beloved country, let’s remember our freedom in Christ and enjoy the blessings we have.

For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.

Galatians 5:1

If there are problems that prevent us from experiencing full spiritual freedom, let’s ask God to deliver us from bondage to them. Do you need freedom from fear? From people-pleasing, a critical spirit, complaining, worry and anxiety, perfectionism, doubt, jealousy, anger? When we confess any of these and ask God’s help, He answers and helps us experience the fullness of freedom in Christ. I’m thankful for His healing responses in my life.

Please share how you plan to celebrate our nation’s birthday and how you live a life of freedom in Christ. Blessings to you and your family.

Happy Fourth of July!

Two Memories of My Dad

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Memory 1: Silent communication in church

When I sat beside my dad in church, he would squeeze my hand twice which meant he was asking, “Love me?”

I would return two squeezes to say, “Uh huh.”

His next two squeezes translated, “How much?”

I would squeeze his hand with my two as hard as I could to express my love for the man I most admired. Then, I’d re-start the silent conversation by asking him the first question in the sequence. I’d stifle giggles when he’d wrap my hand in his and apply gentle pressure to indicate how much he loved me. Those sweet exchanges ended with my dad looking down at me with a big smile. The memory still wraps me in love.

Sadly, positive expressions of a father’s love are not treasured memories for everyone. Even at best, the love of earthly fathers is far from perfect, but God, the heavenly Father, sends perfect love messages to us in John 3:16 and many other parts of the Bible.

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. 

John 3:16 ESV

Memory 2: An oops moment on the lake

On a sunny afternoon when I was ten, I enjoyed alone time with my dad. I sat on the front seat of the small fishing boat and held my fly rod and reel. Daddy, an expert angler, paddled around the lake and gave instructions.  My fly fishing skills improved, but I longed to make the fly land gently on the water near the grassy bank as my dad did.

One time when I drew the rod back with grace and tried to cast it forward, the line didn’t come. I tried again. You guessed it. I had snagged my poor dad’s scalp with the hook of the artificial bait. After hollering, “Stop!” and quickly grabbing the green nylon line to prevent my continued pulling, Daddy dislodged the source of his pain, absorbed blood with his handkerchief, nodded to assure me he was okay, and paddled the boat quickly back across the lake.

He wasn’t always that patient, but knowing how badly I felt, he acted as if it were a minor mishap. Mishap? Yes. Painful? You bet! He probably took my brother on the next fishing excursion.

Although earthly fathers are sometimes patient and sometimes not, God is patient with us. He loves us and offers a relationship with Him through His Son Jesus. My dad was a wonderful dad, but God is the perfect Father.

The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.

2 Peter 3:9 ESV

Please share happy moments you shared with your dad or another father figure. How do you think God relates to us as a loving Father?