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Topic: Tie (02/28/13)
TITLE: Untie the Chains
By Lois Farrow
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What had made me cry out in desperation in the darkness, struggling with my thoughts and disappointments, feeling bad for my wrong behaviour? And who was it who seemed to answer? I took off my dirty clothes, washed and dressed in clean clothes. What was going to happen now?
Life had always been hard. From a baby I was in the wrong company with all my family involved in crime. There was never enough to eat and I learnt to steal food as soon as I could walk. In my teenage years in my African country, there was only one thing to do, fight for survival.
My grandmother tried to tell me about God, but I didn’t listen. Her own family didn’t listen; she was one of only a few in our village who followed God.
I ran away. I got across the border to a new country but found nothing but trouble. I didn’t know anything else. I got across another border to another new country where I didn’t know the language. Now here I was, 25 years old and in prison again in a strange country with strange customs. I couldn’t understand what the guards were telling me so was constantly in trouble for not doing the right thing. At least now I had more food. Two meals a day was more than I had when I was growing up. Will my life ever be better? What is a better life anyway?
Now these words had come in the middle of the night when I felt the need for a higher power, someone outside of myself. Where had they come from? What was going to happen today, that would take away my weeping?
Mid-morning the guards moved me from the old section of the prison to a new part. This time my room was clean and I had shelves to put my clothes on. I lay down to rest, but soon someone was asking for me. Why me? How did they know who I was?
The Arab man was leading a group of prison visitors in an Israeli prison. They were allowed only to visit those from other countries, so that was why I was included. They told me about Jesus who died for my sins, they told me about repentance and they told me about redemption by the Blood of the Lamb. They seemed to know the hopelessness I felt, and said that Jesus could make me clean and give me a new life. I told them that God had spoken to me in the night and I was ready to make a new start. They helped me to pray to God who washed me clean and forgave me. They gave me a Bible in my own language, so now I can understand God’s message.
My visitors came in God’s timing just as I was moved to the new wing. I am still in prison, but now I am free. My broken heart has been made whole and my confused mind has been untangled. The chains that bound my soul have been untied; praise God, I am free.
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