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Spiritual Sunday: Freedom or Free?



What a difference three missing letters make. What these protesters need is FREEDOM, not FREE, since nothing in this world is really free except salvation in Jesus Christ. And even that isn’t truly free since Jesus had to pay the price with his life in dying on the cross for our sins.




I'm carrying a different sign. It reads:

Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.
2 Cor 3:17

Thanks to Charlotte and Ginger for hosting Spiritual Sundays and to all the great writers there.

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  1. Sandi@ Rose Chintz CottageJuly 10, 2010 at 4:40 PM

    Amen! Mary, I like what you said about salvation not being free! Jesus gave EVERYTHING! It cost Him EVERYTHING so we could be free. Our salvation is not to be taken lightly. Thanks for sharing and have a wonderful weekend.

    Blessings,
    Sandi

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  2. Whidbey WomanJuly 10, 2010 at 4:52 PM

    We stand in agreement to what you've said! Happy Spiritual Sunday.

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  3. DeniseJuly 10, 2010 at 5:43 PM

    I totally agree sis.

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  4. RCUBEsJuly 10, 2010 at 6:25 PM

    Like Tim Hughes song..."I'll never know how much it costs, to see my sin up on that cross...."

    Glory be to God! Have a great weekend sister Mary! Love to you.

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  5. Mevely317July 10, 2010 at 6:52 PM

    Oh wow, Mary. When I read that line on their sign about wanting to shoot more of our police officers, I just saw red: I wanted to hurt them in the worst way ...
    Then I read your words and was so humbled.
    Thank you! ... God bless you!
    Myra

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  6. Nikki (Sarah)July 11, 2010 at 6:09 AM

    love this!!! Have a great Sunday and you know those words you have to type in to post a comment? Well the one I had to type in here on your blog amazingly was 'lioness.' Sort of fitting....☺

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  7. VirginiaJuly 11, 2010 at 7:33 AM

    BIG Amen....
    Sweet Blessings,
    Virginia

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  8. Kathleen July 11, 2010 at 8:03 AM

    Those missing letters, "dom", sure sound alot like another word often associated with the gimme crowd: dumb!

    Hugs,
    Kathleen

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  9. nannykimJuly 11, 2010 at 10:56 AM

    True freedom!

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  10. Lisa notes...July 11, 2010 at 1:16 PM

    Hmm...I've never really thought about the difference those three letters make. Thanks for an enlightening post today!
    Blessings,
    Lisa

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  11. LisaJuly 11, 2010 at 1:45 PM

    Amen!!!

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  12. INSIDE THE SHRINKJuly 11, 2010 at 3:32 PM

    Amen. The truth will set us free. Jesus said, I am the way, the TRUTH and the life. That's all we need to be free. Thanks for a great post and God bless. Bobbi

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  13. Ginger~~Enchanting CottageJuly 11, 2010 at 3:35 PM

    Your right is was not even being close to free,Jesus payed a price.
    God Bless,
    Ginger

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  14. Just Be RealJuly 11, 2010 at 4:59 PM

    Okee-doakee Mary. Right on. Blessings.

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  15. LorenJuly 11, 2010 at 7:47 PM

    Mary,

    What Truth you share today....Jesus gave EVERYTHING for the Gift of our Salvation. so very humbling!

    The Spirit of the Lord is on us ! Thank you Mary for being such a light for HIM and sharing His Love and His ways with us in each and every post!

    I love you

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  16. LouJuly 12, 2010 at 5:58 PM

    So true! A great post! Amen!

    Lou

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