by Elizabeth de Barros
Five days out and I haven’t turned over a single new leaf. I bypassed the annual assent of making resolutions while on my way to find what I’ve been looking for all these years. Hey, Bono! I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for.
By God’s grace, I’m resolved to love, obey, live, declare, teach, preach, defend, share, carry and die for a pure gospel. Finally, after all these years, there’s nothing blocking the way.
Finally, living within me is a pure gospel that’s been won for me through the spit of religion and fire by trial. A pure gospel — you know, the one the devil’s mitts aren’t on. His hands are only on the false one. A pure gospel begins in Genesis 1 and reads to the end of verse 21 in Revelation chapter 22. It is untwisted, untainted, and unchained — joyfully written and interpreted by the Holy Spirit.
Call it a John the Baptist kind of feeling. Coming up from the desert, looking a little strange but carrying a message I can’t deny. Without apology or gimmick, my axe swings straight from the hip, aimed at the root. Locusts and wild honey? Well, I’m feeding off a protein-packed gospel full of amazing nutritive and curative properties.
Finally, after all these years, my soul is free. Unafraid, unfettered and “unchurched”. No more chains but Paul’s chains — the kind that keep men free.
Remember Paul’s chains.
For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except for Jesus Christ and him crucified.
1 Corinthians 2:1-3