I am a fanatic lover of liberty, considering it as the unique condition under which intelligence, dignity and human happiness can develop and grow; not the purely formal liberty conceded, measured out and regulated by the State, an eternal lie which in reality represents nothing more than the privilege of some founded on the slavery of the rest; not the individualistic, egotistic, shabby, and fictitious liberty extolled by the School of J.-J. Rousseau and the other schools of bourgeois liberalism, which considers the would-be rights of all men, represented by the State which limits the rights of each – an idea that leads inevitably to the reduction of the rights of each to zero. No, I mean the only kind of liberty that is worthy of the name, liberty that consists in the full development of all of the material, intellectual and moral powers that are latent in each person; liberty that recognizes no restrictions other than those determined by the laws of our own individual nature, which cannot properly be regarded as restrictions since these laws are not imposed by any outside legislator beside or above us, but are immanent and inherent, forming the very basis of our material, intellectual and moral being – they do not limit us but are the real and immediate conditions of our freedom.
Mikhail Bakunin, La Commune de Paris et la notion de l’état
Before a couple weeks ago, it had been a long time since I’d posted on here. Well… besides the occasional picture post. But otherwise, nothing. I just never had anything to say; there wasn’t anything that I felt was important enough to post about. It’s not that there wasn’t anything happening in my life – quite the contrary. Just, what was happening wasn’t good for the blog – or me.
“Two steps forward, and three steps back” is how I’d describe my life over the past couple months. No… years, actually. At first it was in little things; things that most Christians are fine with. As I became more comfortable with those I’d take more steps backwards, camouflaged by the steps forward. And so the pattern continued.
Family and close friends are wonderful – they never let you go down without a fight. Their fight over me was fought on their knees, in prayer. Sure, some shared their thoughts with me; they let me know what they thought about the path I was headed down; they even told me that they, and some of their (and my) closest friends were praying for me. But I still didn’t have a clue about how many people were actually praying.
The changes were small at first. Really just changes to moral issues I had. But as I tried to “clean up” my life by myself, the Lord taught me that on my own I can only a fail – that the only way to have true victory over my life and my sin is through the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.
I’m very thankful for friends and family who care enough and love me enough to pray. I’ll never underestimate the power of the prayers of the righteous.
I came to realize for the first time that the many references in the New Testament to “Christ in you” and “you in Christ” and “Christ our life” and “abiding in Christ” are not figures of speech but literal, actual, blessed fact. Before that August morning in 1910, I’d always known Christ was my Savior, but I had looked upon Him as an external Savior, one who did a saving work for me, from the outside, always ready to come alongside and help me by providing power, strength, and salvation. But now I knew something better: Jesus Christ was actually and literally within me. And even more than that, He Himself constituted my very life, taking me – body, mind, and spirit – into union with Himself, while I retained my own identity, free will, and full moral responsibility.
It meant I need never again ask Him to help me as though He were apart from me. Instead I could ask Him simply to do His work and His will in me and with me and through me. My body was His, my mind His, my will His, my spirit His. And not merely His, but literally a part of Him.
He was asking me to recognize this truth: “I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me” (Galatians 2:20). Jesus Christ Himself had become my life.
Charles Trumbull – Victory in Christ, “The Life that Wins” p.27-28