I want to break free

Once upon a time, in a land far away there lived a beautiful but cruel queen. She had a magic mirror with which she could spy on all the subjects in her land. Two of her subjects landed in trouble with her, and they were severely punished and turned into winged monsters. As revenge they decided to steal the queen's magic mirror and hide it where they hoped she would never find it. On the way they accidentally dropped it, and it shattered into a million tiny little pieces. The queen managed to find all but one very tiny little piece, which she needed to fix her mirror.

The tiny little piece was lodged in a little boy's eye, causing very strange effects. He grew cold and distant from his family and friends, the small piece of magic mirror causing him to see them and himself through a distorted view. Causing separation and heart ache, and pride.

I think that is what sin is all about, that&# 39;s why God hates it that much. It does hurt Him, that's true. It does hurt us, that's true. It also hurts the person against whom the sin is committed. But most of all it pushes everything out of sync, it causes an atmosphere that you create and sometimes are the only one to feel. It makes you tread on eggshells, when God wants you to just be.

 

It causes scarring on your heart and soul, it warps the way you see yourself, not as the image-bearer of God, but as a Gollum-like creature that when it's good, it's sort of tolerable, but when it's bad... well it's creepy and BAD!

 

It's like listening to a symphony and the whole concert was amazing, but at one point, just one musician was out of sync, and there's hysterical giggling, and that's what's being talked about all night, NOT the amazing music of a deaf composer.

 

I think people start reacting out of the way they think they should see themselves, because they think that's the way the world sees them. Because nobody really has the guts to ask the world really what their opinion is, never mind asking God what He really thinks.

 

You end up treating everyone, not as you would like to be treated, but as you think they might treat you, if they see the real you, which most times you can't even see, because you're looking at scar tissue in a distorted mirror that you created yourself.

 

No more loving your neighbour as yourself, no more learning from past mistakes, no more giving the benefit of the doubt, but rather grab all you can, as quick as you can, least someone else should get there first.

Sin builds walls, but the truth is that they are never for protection, it always holds you prisoner... and not in one of those comfortable jails you always read about in the newspapers, but medieval prisons with torture chambers and everything.

 

And nothing or no one can break you out (not even Michael Scofield); only God can set you free, can give you peace, can give you amazing plastic surgery and remove all the scars as though they never were.