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Freedom Is Not Free

Freedom Is Not Free

by Stephanie Olson, Set Me Free Ministries Co-founder 

This is the weekend when we honor our Veterans—the men and women who have served our country with courage and with determination. Blood has been shed and continues to be shed so that we in this country can live in freedom. First, let me say thank you! Thank you to the men and women who have bravely served the United States of America.

So, what do we grasp from Veteran's Day? We can grasp this, that freedom is not free. Many men and women have shed their blood so that we can live in freedom.

And then there is another freedom we can obtain by the shedding of blood. You see, freedom requires sacrifice. And we're told in Hebrews 9:22, "And according to the law almost all things are purified with blood, and without shedding of blood there is no remission." Or in other words, without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness of sins. And then we see that Jesus Christ sacrificed His own life for us. "Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant,and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross." (Philippians 2:5-8)

When we accept Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Savior, we obtain the ultimate freedom—freedom to live a life of victory in Christ regardless of our circumstances and, more than that, a freedom to live eternally with the Father in heaven. That is a sacrifice to be thankful for. A sacrifice beautifully memorialized in this ancient hymn:

 

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

 

O sacred Head, now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, Thine only crown

How pale thou art with anguish,

with sore abuse and scorn!

How doth Thy visage languish

which once was bright as morn!

 

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,

T'was all for sinners' gain;

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain.

Lo, here I fall, my Savior!

'Tis I deserve Thy place;

Look on me with Thy favor,

Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

 

What language shall I borrow

To thank Thee, dearest friend,

For this Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

O make me Thine forever,

And should I fainting be,

Lord, let me never, never

Outlive my love for Thee.

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