The bible is very clear that GOD spoke the universe into existence, but our best scientist have to peel away layers upon layers of theory out of the Pandora’s box to explain away the existence of the universe.But that is not the point of this post, I just happened to think about it.
Each of us have deep secrets stashed away somewhere safe but it is usually privy to some one in close quarters with you. It could be a parent, your sibling, your wife or even your children. It’s the kind of thing that you are not proud of but you have a compulsion.
In my case it was my alcoholism. My wife knew about it, children were too young to know what it was, though they started to get ideas at the tail end of my addiction. You see the problem with any addiction is that it doesn’t just exist on its own. Usually it comes in pairs or some times with a few other friends. For me it was unaccounted time,having to build lies upon lies to cover your habit and come up with excuses, getting into no good arguments, hallucination’s when I tried to quit, Loss of several jobs and more than anything disrespect from almost everyone ( including your personal friends).
I tried different means to get rid of it, but nothing worked. One day I woke up and I knew I had to leave the glorious land of the free, the land of opportunities and dreams. You guessed it, the US of A. So we trudged our way to my homeland India – the land of holy cows.
My wife was an american citizen with an Indian ancestry. Her Mom is closely related to my mom and her dad is American and has since passed away. It took a lot of convincing on my part to get her to move to India. Alas, things didn’t work out as expected. To put it bluntly they left and I was hoodwinked into letting the children go with her. I don’t have any regrets about it… because I think mothers are better at caring for their children.
Somehow the change in scenery worked out for me (in GOD’s will) and I stopped drinking. I come from a fairly respectable family in India and my respect was still intact. My wife and her relatives tried their level best, including intimidation, to get me to go back to USA. But I didn’t care. I valued my new found freedom more than anything else.
A couple of months later my MIL arrives in town from USA. She thought I would beg with her to send my wife back to India. But no such thing happened. She was infuriated and angry and she wanted revenge. So she told the whole community in very clear language about my alcoholic past in USA. All the gory details, the craziness, the institutionalization etc. It was a very depressing experience for me. I was ashamed that everyone knew everything about me.
Eventually it faded away, in fact I found a new found freedom. Freedom to look anyone in the eye and not be afraid of the skeletons in my closet. For I had already been judged and frowned upon. It couldn’t get any deeper. And so my point being out of the darkness into the light.
I am grateful to GOD that I don’t have to lie to anyone about my past. My MIL voluntarily confessed my sins for me (though she did it out of spite). I don’t hate her, It was all orchestrated by GOD to set me completely free from captivity.
But thanks be to God that, though you once were slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you were committed. 18 You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness. 19 I am speaking in human terms because of the weakness of your flesh. Just as you used to offer the parts of your body in slavery to impurity and to escalating wickedness, so now offer them in slavery to righteousness leading to holiness.…
Romans 6:18
“For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to the yoke of slavery.”
Galatians 5:1
“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”
2 Corinthians 3:17
Next time some one threatens you about spilling your secrets, be bold and invite him to do so. For there is more freedom in a life without secrets. The shame only lasts for a time, but the freedom lasts for ever.
