I recently went “home” to visit my family. First, I am not sure why I call it home, but I always have. I haven’t lived there for 25 years, but it is still home to me. It is always refreshing to visit family and old friends. However, while I was there I attended a funeral of a young man I went to school with. His death was sudden and unexpected. As I pondered the circumstances surrounding his death, I wondered what held him captive.
He indeed was being held captive, you see he was a drug addict. Something in his life persuaded him to delve into the dark, lonely world of drugs and alcohol instead of embracing a life of freedom without the bondage of an addiction. We are all being held captive by something. His stronghold was just more apparent than others. What enslaves us to the point where we abandon God and his unwavering love? Worry? Unforgiveness? Bitterness of heart? Lustful thoughts? The list is endless, but we have the power to overcome with Jesus Christ.