“And so I was free, so spontaneously, I was suddenly free […] I still thought like a prisoner, though. It’s impossible to grasp that you are suddenly free. After six years a prisoner. You just don’t know what to do with your freedom.”
Zvi Steinitz, Israel
On the last day that I was in Berlin, along with a group of people from my team, I visited the location of the former Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp in the small town of Oranienburg just North of the city of Berlin. In college, I minored in history and the majority of the classes I took to complete that minor were on WWII and the Holocaust. However, none of my classes prepared me for physically entering into a place of such oppression and darkness. On the road leading into the former camp, the original wall displays facts and quotes from prisoners. The quote above comes from one such sign and demonstrates a reality that is both overwhelmingly impossible to understand and frustratingly true to my own life. Please don’t misunderstand. I want to be clear that I am not saying that I understand what it feels like to be freed from the type of captivity that these prisoners experienced. However, is this not the same reality that we, as believers, experience as we try to live “a good Christian a life”?
“It is impossible to grasp that you are suddenly free.”
The moment a believer chooses to surrender to the Lord and accept Christ as their Savior and Lord, they are free. Galatians 5:1 says, “For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.” Paul wouldn’t need to tell us not to submit to the yoke of slavery if freedom came naturally. The freedom these prisoners experienced was immediate and complete, however, they did not just walk back into normal life. They cowered. They feared.
Just like me. I submit myself to the yoke of slavery when I cower from the Lord in shame and guilt over my sin. When I convince myself that if I just tried harder, I could be someone worthy of the Lord’s favor. When I pridefully elevate myself to a place that is only designed for Christ. The Gospel is SO MUCH BETTER than that life. The Gospel tells me that my sin is repulsive and deserves death, but that is has been paid in full by Christ crucified. The Gospel tells me that I can’t try hard enough to make up for the depth of my sin–that trying to work harder only pridefully rejects the beauty of grace. The Gospel tells me that He must increase, and I must decrease (John 3:30).
I am praying earnestly that I would live like a free member of God’s family. That freedom would resonate deep within my identity. Lord, let me not go back to my captivity.