Yesterday I went to see Eve Redeemed at Columbia International University. It was well done, two of my good friends were in it, and it got me thinking.
I’ve struggled with what freedom in Christ means for a while now. I mean, I know what it means, intellectually, but there’s some large part of me that still wants little guidelines: life was much simpler when it was “Don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t fornicate,” and all that sort of thing.
But this play helped me visualize the freedom we have in Christ, in a way that I’d never been able to nail down. It’s about the relationship. It’s not about rules. It’s not “you have to pray X times a day for Y minutes each time,” or “you have to abstain from D, E, and F, but do G, H, and I.” It’s about the relationship. So, here’s to finding out what that looks like on more than a head-level. I used to know that freedom, that relationship; but it’s been about four years of broken promises, too much Carlo Rossi Chianti, broken relationships, lifestyle changes, and broken hearts since I’ve had a consistent peace (and I’m not talking about the emotion, the “peace as the world gives”).
Thanks to the girls that invited me to the play, and didn’t let me cop out, I’m in a place of hope to discover for myself the freedom that is bondage to Christ.
