Once we were slaves

So it's not the Easter I was expecting. I am home - actually the whole family is home - and you guessed it, we are sick. I have the swollenest, nastiest tonsils you ever have seen. I used a bunch of home remedies but when I looked at them at 9 I dug out some amoxicillin that I had in the cupboard and don't even ask why/how etc. Too complicated. And I am at half mast today so my explanation wouldn't make much sense anyway.

I am really excited about celebrating Christ's resurrection. Last night I had to do a quick errand so I took my feverish self out and about. On the way I was listening to public radio and Prairie Home Companion was just starting. Garrison Keeler had a Jewish musical guest on who sang a traditional Passover song that made me cry - not because of its beauty, but because we as Christians can have the same refrain -

"Once we were slaves, now we are free people!"

How often do I remember that I was a slave to sin, that there was nothing NOTHING I could do to escape? How often do I live as someone who was purchased by Christ's blood and set free??

Today I am praising God for His grace shown in His death and resurrection. And I am praising Him for my freedom in Christ. If you haven't heard how you can be freed from the power of sin, today would be a good day to view this presentation that clearly explains how you can sing with us - "Once we were slaves, now we are free people!"