Many have said I can do bad all by
myself. I have said and done so on both
counts. For certain I was good at was
being bad all by myself. Alone I
shouldered the price of bondage. You
know, bondage is the one place the poor have no credit limit and I was running
up a hefty tab. Hopelessness, lost dreams, depression– I had it all with
instant access. The more I had the more
there was waiting to be given until I was buried in a sea of bondage debt. My
platinum reward points total added up to fear.
I had enough points to travel the world but I was so afraid even of my
own shadow. (No Peter here.) How could I be a source of light? Bondage taxed my mobility with compound interest. How could I trust myself to put one foot in front
of the other and step towards success; step towards freedom?
It’s funny but mostly sad how one can be
in bondage, have debt yea high, and people still give them things. I mean, one can receive and endless supply of
“things”, but have nothing to give one-self but being good at being ‘bad all by
myself.” How high the price of bondage
wondering how life would have been had I not walked it alone bad all by myself. What if I had faith the size of a mustard
seed? What if I had gotten out of the
boat and walked on the water towards Jesus?
What if I had surrendered my life to Him when given a chance? Instead I chose to be bad all by myself and
leave Jesus hanging there on the cross waiting for me to say yes.
Matthew 11:29-30, John 3:17-18, John
19:30
