The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

The Story of Jimmy Crone and His Boat April 22, 2010

Hello all.  I’ve been thinking this morning.  I know, it’s a dangerous habit, but pay attention.  I’ve been thinking about a group of people whose opinions I’ve been hearing and listening to and considering lately.  These people are passionate supporters of the concept of FREEDOM.  They like freedom.   They think we here in America deserve it or something.  I’ve listened to a lot of what they’ve had to say and they’re right in a lot of ways.  Freedom is nice.  Freedom is a blessing.  But I read a discussion between them and a young lady who was trying to convince them that there’s something more important than freedom here on this earth, in this country. Most of them didn’t get it, but I so admired her bravery and courage to jump into a discussion with people who were going to ridicule and dismiss her.  She jumped anyway.   

I think she had it right, and I’m going to put it a different way:  THE ONLY TRUE FREEDOM IS IN JESUS CHRIST.  That’s right.  The only TRUE FREEDOM is in Jesus Christ.  In Jesus Christ we are free from slavery to sin and the hopelessness of knowing we have no power to save our own souls.  We believe in Him and the salvation He gives us, and it helps us get through life because we believe we are living with a purpose, and that is to glorify Him, tell others about Him, and ultimately, live so that we will someday live with Him in Heaven.

What does this have to do with the concept of freedom as it applies to American politics?  Let’s consider a little story. 

Once upon a time there was a man named Jimmy Crone.  He had a little lemonade stand.  He took pride in his lemonade stand, worked hard, hustled customers, and squeezed lemons all day, every day.  Finally, he saved up enough money to buy a bass boat.  He was so proud of his boat.  It was his, that he bought with his own money that he’d worked hard for.  But one day, a big bully with a gun came and said he hadn’t paid the fee that gave him the right to own that boat, and took it away.  They didn’t take his house or his car.  He could still walk down to the pond and fish any time he wanted, but he didn’t have his boat.  Jimmy was pretty ticked off, but what if he knew that he had something better coming?  What if he knew that when his Great-Grandpa died, he was going to inherit the world’s largest cruise ship?  He would inherit it free and clear, with absolute outright ownership, no fees, no taxes, and nobody could ever take it from him.  And more importantly, there was no way in the world that he could ever have made enough money with his lemonade stand to buy a cruise ship like that, or even have a share in one? 

How much should he really care about what happened to his little bass boat?  Shouldn’t he just smile and say to the bully, “You know what?  Take my bass boat.  Someday I’m gonna own a cruise ship.” 

That, my friends, is life as a child of God, as an heir with Jesus.  We don’t have to care what happens in this life or who takes our bass boats or makes us pay taxes or makes us buy health insurance.  This life and this country and this government are microscopic blips on the radar screen of eternity.  Instead of wasting energy fighting something that has always been and will always be, which is unfair government and the bullying by the ‘haves’ of the ‘have-nots,’ we should be telling people how they can get adopted by Jimmy Crone’s Great Grandpa, so they can get their own cruise ship:

Hear, Believe, Repent, Confess, Be Baptized, and Live faithful until death. 

Until next time,

D.

 

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