My parents have always allowed me to pursue whatever I wanted. I had the freedom to go to a university in upstate New York. I had the freedom to choose my own academic discipline and pursue whatever subjects that interested me. I had the freedom to travel around the world – to places that only one could dream of going at such an early age.
I also had the freedom to rebel, and I chose to do that while I was away.
I did not fear and love God. I was a fool.
My dad likened it to the freedom that God has given humans. God gave us a mind to think for ourselves. He also gave us freedom of choice to do whatever we desire.
God loves us to the point of giving us the freedom to rebel against Him.
This verse struck me:
“What shall I do, then, with the one you call the king of the Jews?” Pilate asked them. “Crucify him!” they shouted. “Why? What crime has he committed?” asked Pilate. But they shouted all the louder, “Crucify him!” Wanting to satisfy the crowd, Pilate released Barabbas to them. He had Jesus flogged, and handed him over to be crucified.
Out of love, God gave us freedom. How much it must pain and anger God for us to rebel against Him.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline.