You Are Free to Go


Suitcases were strewn across the cabin floor and all of the girls were sitting on the top bunk.

“It was a Mouse!” said one, “And we don’t know where he went.  He came from under your bed.”

“Ugh! Now, I have to be an adult,” I thought, so I helped them put the suitcases back while watching out for the intruder, but no luck. Time to just go to bed. 

I carefully peeled back my blanket next to my pillow. Staring back at me were 2 big brown eyes, wider than mine. “Mouse!” I screamed. No time to be an adult. Bedding flew everywhere.

We chased it to the backside of a mini-fride. I found the adult brave enough to unplugged it so the girls wouldn’t electrocute themselves or Herbie, the mouse, hiding behind the coil.  

“Oh, he’s so cute!” the girls exclaimed. 

After a few pokes and rattles, Herbie flew out and into an empty trash can. Again, they all took a moment to stare at him and declare his innocence.  Yes, by now the mouse has a name. 

“Out!” I said.  One girl proudly grabbed the trash and marched out the door into the wilderness of the cold, dark woods. She gently laid the trash down. Herbie froze. He was safer inside his new prison than alone in the wilderness. Three tries later, she finally dumped him upside down and Herbie was forced into freedom, free to go.

It’s hard to run to freedom when the shelter of a hard, exile feels safer than the unknown. Sometimes, freedom comes with a push. 

Jesus pushed. The Son of God forced the hand of evil to hang him on a cross. Suddenly, generations of suffering pounced upon Jesus, a lifetime of darkness and pain drawn to die on a cross. Then, our Messiah took that suffering to the depth of despair, crushing death with a resurrection.  The exile from God’s presence was broken. 

God so loved the world that God’s presence returned to the people, first as Jesus and then as the Holy Spirit forcing us into a life of freedom through Christ. Enough suffering.

You are free to go.   
Pastor Terri