Today after class I went to the library and grabbed a computer before the daily rush hit. I logged on, threw my stuff down and headed to the bathroom to empty my nostril passages of the foreign fluid invaders that had taken up residence there. I was blowing my nose, trying not to listen to the noises coming from the bathroom stall, when suddenly the guy that was in there flushed. Still trying to rid my nose of bogey's, I listened as he began to try his hardest to open the door. Apparently the door bolt would not budge because he started shaking the door, banging on it and throwing his weight against it for all he was worth. I have to admit it was kind of funny to witness it, but I also felt bad afterwards about seeing humour in his trouble.
I began to think about how his inability to escape from his prison relates to our imprisonment by sin.
We live in a broken world, no one is perfect and sin rules our lives with an iron fist. No matter what we do we always managed to mess everything up. Sometimes it can seem like we are hopeless, all the lights are shut off from us and we are locked inside our own prison.
But the beauty of it is that the Lord God, our making and father, has provided us with the easiest escape from all our troubles. He sent his own son to take away our sins, to take our place in that prison. Jesus Christ came and died on the cross so that we may share in his glory and receive salvation and ever lasting life from God, our father. Because of his sacrifice, we are free from our prison!!
