Thousands and thousands of individuals throughout the US of America have fun the notion of freedom every Independence Day. However what’s true freedom? On this Fourth of July weekend sermon, Alistair Begg continues his miniseries on Matthew 11:28–30.
After lately contemplating Jesus’ exceptional invitation—“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I gives you relaxation”—Alistair reminds us, “The identical one who gave the invitation is the one who presents the duty” of taking Christ’s yoke upon us.
With freedom contemporary in your thoughts, take a second to meditate on the nice truths of biblical freedom.
Jesus gave up His freedom not as a result of He wanted it however in an effort to set us free—to set us free from the nice enslavement, that we could be free from the simply judgment of God for our sins. As a result of we are going to face God. How will you be free from that? You perceive why folks say, “Properly, in fact, there isn’t a God.” It’s significantly better to imagine there isn’t a God than to determine that you just’ve obtained a God that you just’re going to face.
Free from guilt. Free from a responsible conscience. Free from meaninglessness. Free from the jail of self-centeredness. Free of the shifting sands of subjectivity and being modern. As a result of biblical freedom, underneath the yoke of Jesus, is paradoxical. To be myself, I’ve to disclaim myself. To be free, I’ve to surrender my freedom. To dwell, I’ve to die to myself. To seek out myself, I’ve to lose myself.
George Matheson, who was a Presbyterian minister and in addition blind, wrote plenty of hymns. One was “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go,” and one other one he wrote that we’re not going to sing, however I’ve it on the display screen, and I’d like us to say it. I believe we would keep in mind it higher if we simply say it. And so, when you’re seated there, right here is the paradox splendidly accomplished. We’ll say it collectively:
Make me a captive, Lord,
After which I shall be free.
Power me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life’s alarms
When on my own I stand;
Imprison me inside Thine arms,
And powerful shall be my hand.My coronary heart is weak and poor
Till it grasp discover;
It has no spring of motion positive;
It varies with the wind.
It can not freely transfer
Until Thou hast wrought its chain;
Enslave it with Thy matchless love,
And deathless it shall reign.My will will not be my very own
Until Thou hast made it Thine;
If it might attain a monarch’s throne,
It should its crown resign.
It solely stands unbent
Amid the clashing strife
Until on Thy bosom it has leant
And located in Thee its life.
