Tag: freedom

  • Five Minute Friday: Which Way to Turn?

    Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.’ (Isaiah 30:21)

    For years I’ve loved this verse out of Isaiah. I should put some more time into studying its background and historical context, for I fear that in the years I’ve clung to it, I may have taken it out of context. Easily done. With that proviso, here’s the freedom I see in it.

    So often Christians think of “God’s will for our life” in a strict sense of one way forward. One right choice. One person to marry or one career to choose or one best friend to make. But living like that is so constricting, and eliminates our freedom and creativity. Does a good parent make all of the choices for their child? No! They delight in seeing the child find their own way (with their loving guidance, of course) and express their own passions and interests as they step forward in life.

    Which brings us to this verse. When I learned it, the NIV said, if I’m remembering right, “When you turn to the right or to the left,” which I took to mean, when you make the considered and informed decision to go this way or that, the Lord will continue to direct your path. The entails us walking and moving forward and making decisions – not waiting for him to tell us what to do or which way to go. The key is to turn to the Lord for wisdom, for we see in the preceding verses that the Lord will be gracious when we cry for help: “As soon as he hears, he will answer you” (v. 19)  And although we face hard times, we will gain understanding and wisdom (v. 20).

    I hope I’m not slaughtering the interpretation and application of this passage from Scripture – do chime in with your wisdom and let me know what you think.

    Over to you – how you sense God’s freedom in how you live your life, whether you turn to the left or to the right?

    This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link-up. You can find today’s prompt here.

  • Dual citizenship

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    When I first moved to the UK, I felt so self-consciously American. Hyper aware of my accent, which immediately labeled me as foreign. Fifteen years later, I usually forget my “other” status, but sometimes – often when I’m out of London – someone will look at me with curiosity and ask me where I’m from.

    “North London,” I’ll say somewhat cheekily, fully knowing that’s not what they mean. “But from the States originally.”

    And again I’ll be jolted into an awareness of otherness. That sense of being a foreigner in a strange land. The longing for home, which God embedded into each of us, whether we live in an adopted country or not.

    A few months ago I wrote a poem expressing some of these feelings of heavenly citizenship, and to Whom we ultimately belong.

     

    We belong
    Attached
    To you
    To others
    We belong.
     
    The yoke
    It’s a light burden
    Making us free
    Releasing us to bolt
    Out from our pens
    The gates flung open
    Running to the Father.
     
    We belong
    Peace resides with us
    A home is ours
    With arms and legs
    Hearts and hands
    We belong.
     
    Freedom and joy
    Usher in light and peace
    Rooted in the earth
    Grounded we are.
     
    Foreigners and aliens
    Away from our home
    Longing for a country
    For a city and the throne.
     
    We belong to each other
    Needed for love
    Learning to see Jesus
    His presence among us
    We belong.
     
    © 2013 Amy Boucher Pye  
     

    What makes you yearn for home?