I wrote an Easter post about freedom a while back. About true freedom.
This week I kept preaching it to myself. I don’t want to take for granted the freedom given.
Not that day two thousand years ago, and certainly not now.
It wasn’t pretty, and it wasn’t easy, but Friday was a holy payment for a bondage we could never have broken away from on our own.
Easter is about salvation from eternal captivity.
After all the struggle, the battle, the death on the cross, Sunday arrives with boldness.