Rescued from a Concentration Camp

Once upon a time, I lived in a (metaphorical) concentration camp with masses of other prisoners. We were all kept in bondage by the Enemy. We were fed lies. We lived in fear, depravity, and degradation. ‘Evilitis’—a contagious infection of evil was rampant—causing a degeneration of the soul. We turned on each other, focusing on self survival above all else.

Then, one day, I was rescued.

Now I have the opportunity to live in a place of light and freedom. Yet, I keep missing my loved ones who are still in these camps. I am tempted to go back and rescue them—but this is beyond my power. I have to rely on the same Savior who rescued me to get them out too.

"[For it is He] Who delivered and saved us and called us with a calling in itself holy and leading to holiness [to a life of consecration, a vocation of holiness]; [He did it] not because of anything of merit that we have done, but because of and to further His own purpose and grace (unmerited favor) which was given us in Christ Jesus before the world began [eternal ages ago]." (2 Tim 1:9 Amplified Bible)

We were rescued and given a higher calling to a consecrated life—not based on our merit or talents—but to further God’s purpose. Our emancipation came as an unmerited favor, yet it cost a great deal to our Savior. I, for one, shall not take my freedom for granted. 

“Don’t grieve God. Don’t break his heart. His Holy Spirit, moving and breathing in you, is the most intimate part of your life, making you fit for himself. Don’t take such a gift for granted.” (Ephesians 4:30 MSG)