The other day I was in the grocery store. The sales were as usual, the prices as usual, all was as usual.
Until a lady I know approached me. The gist of the following conversation was along the lines of her great sense of oppression and of a world gone wrong.
I’m not great at being a counselor, but I assured her that God was with her. She did not need to be chained by a swirling, whirling, out of control world.
As she left, I turned to her and gave her a blessing – a thing we learn as pastors (which is not a bad thing for anyone to do). There was no preparation, nor liturgical formula, or even a written out sentence.
This just popped out.
“May you have a free spirit, that is only a slave to Jesus Christ.”
Not sure where that came from, but I think the idea is sound.