Side story: When I was younger and didn’t get my way, I used to imitate the way The Little Mermaid cried by burying my head in my hands, choking on my breath and shrugging my shoulders, just for dramatic effect. It didn’t work on my mom. Not even one bit. In fact I got slapped around more for throwing tantrums. Don’t nobody want to get slapped by a moody Indian woman.
The Little Mermaid is my favourite Disney cartoon. I think I must’ve watched it a million times.
I only get choked up during two scenes; the scene where Ariel and King Triton argue and eventhough she begs him, he destroys Prince Eric’s statue and all her knick-knacks into smithereens.
And the scene where King Triton takes his daughters place as a polyp when she fails to fulfill Ursula’s contract.
I should be honest, I also tear up a little when Flotsam and Jetsam die 😦 Innocent victims caught in the cross fire.
Wait, why am I telling you this? I’m sure I had a point.
Oh right, the topic of freedom.
The polyps in Ursula’s lair were once mermaids who couldn’t pay off their debts to the sea witch. They were her slaves for eternity. They kind of freak me out.
I live in a country where I can work wherever I choose, study whatever I want, marry whomever I please, wear whatever I like, eat whatever I want, you get the idea. I have a lot of freedom. I think that’s why I’ve always taken it for granted.
I don’t know what it’s like to be in bondage in any form, least of all physically.
And when Chris shared during worship practice last week on this verse in Acts, I found that worship played a vital role in my freedom.
About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s chains came loose.
With understanding came the reason I was free. Not the physical freedom but spiritual. Because I was born into a Christian family, I grew up in a house of worship. Every time we prayed or worshipped God there was a violent earthquake in my heart that stopped ANY form of captivity from taking root. Not only that, but freedom in worship is contagious; everyone’s chains came loose.
I never realized how privileged I was to be free because my debt was paid in full by the blood of Christ.
Thank You, Jesus for setting me free.
On a side note: I FEEL SO UNPREPARED FOR THE NEON
WALK RUN ON SUNDAY!!!!
On another side note: I have discovered the world’s best Swiss roll. It has the body of a cow with the milkiest, creamiest filling. MooMoo Swiss roll, I will not stop until you are mine.
Thinking of: How I’m so glad I went for cell, how I’m not mad at you, unexpectedly seeing you here, how when you speak time stands still for me, Brian McKnight’s 6, 8, 12, Jason Derulo’s In My Head, the Neon Run in 1 day, the assertive minataur, how I think they’re starting to suspect and Hillsong’s Free.