Rescued, pt. 5 – BOUND


Lazarus was dead. He was bound with burial cloths. He was stuck in the tomb. There was no way out. O my … perhaps there’s too much in this list that’s personal. There was no way out … unless someone else came to get him out of the tomb. He was bound. I am bound. I am “Lazarus.” I am bound. There is no way out unless Jesus comes to get me. I am bound and I admit that I am bound. My only hope, my only hope, is the real Jesus … and I need him to rescue me.

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• I drink … too much … and I can’t stop. I’m bound.

• I spend what I don’t have. I’m in deep debt. I’m bound.

• I work too much. I have to pay for “all this.” I’m bound.

• I look at pornography … and I can’t stop. I’m bound.

• I had plastic surgery. I have to look younger. I’m bound.

• I blame others, a lot. I’m right, all the time. I’m bound.

• I have to be right. All the time. I’m bound.

• I refuse to forgive. “I won’t let them win.” I’m bound.

• I will never tell anyone. I can’t. I’m bound.

• I contracept. “I am now and have a right to.” I’m bound.

• I’m irritated that contraception is on this list. I’m bound.

• I’m mad that you just named my irritation. I’m bound.

• I am having an affair because I’m unhappy. I’m bound.

• I get physically abusive. “It’s ‘their’ fault.” I’m bound.

• I neglect my children. I need “my time.” I’m bound.

• I have to have more, at least more than them. I’m bound.

• I will never let (person) into my heart again. I’m bound.

• I gamble … and I can’t stop. I’m bound.

• I eat to excess. I can’t stop the gluttony. I’m bound.

• My phone. I itch to check. I cannot not look. I’m bound.

• I neglect my aging parents. It’s “my life.” I’m bound.

• If people only knew what I’ve done. I’m bound.

• I’m angry at (person) and I have a right to be. I’m bound.

• I’m mad that you imply I have to forgive. I’m bound.

• I’m mad that you imply I have grow up. I’m bound.

• I’m irritated reading this list. I’m bound.

• I wish we didn’t have to hear this again. I’m bound.

• I wish Lent, and this preaching, were over. I’m bound.

• I don’t like it when someone calls me a sinner. I’m bound.

• Being a Christian is “to be a nice person.” I’m bound.

• I hate that I have to admit that something on this list is true about me. I hate that part of me. I can’t make it go away. I’m bound. And, I hate that I’m bound.

• That’s it. “They’re right.” The best life can offer is this relentless pursuit of another house, another camp, another car, and another toy. I’m bound.

• I know it’s a lure. I know there’s a hook in it. But, I can’t help it. I know it’s going to hurt. I know I’m going to get hooked. But … that lure is alluring. I can’t stop chasing the lure. And, I can’t stop getting hooked. I’m bound.

• If only I had more money. I’m bound.

• If only I were younger. I’m bound.

• If only I were thinner. I’m bound.

• If only I looked like I used to. I’m bound.

• If only I were married to someone else. I’m bound.

• If only I lived somewhere else. I’m bound.

• If only I were smarter. I’m bound.

• If only I had different parents. I’m bound.

• If only I had a different childhood. I’m bound.

• If only I were like someone else. I’m bound.

• If only the Enemy stopped tempting me. I’m bound.

• If only life were easier. I’m bound.

• I liked it better when I didn’t know I was bound. I liked it better when it seemed okay to be like everyone else. I liked it better when I could rationalize that sin isn’t real. I’m bound.

• Lazarus was dead. He was bound with burial cloths. He was stuck in the tomb. There was no way out. O my … perhaps there’s too much in this list that’s personal. There was no way out … unless someone else came to get him out of the tomb. He was bound. I am bound. I am “Lazarus.” I am bound. There is no way out unless Jesus comes to get me. I am bound and I admit that I am bound. My only hope, my only hope, is the real Jesus … and I need him to rescue me.