I would never have dreamed I would be as free as a helium balloon let loose to fly to the wild blue yonder. As a fourth generation pastoral family in one denomination, I never realized I would be letting the air out of one balloon and blowing up another.
As we searched for a new church home, I dried my tears for what my old denomination had become and looked eagerly to the future. Yet once again, I found my balloon swooping around my head as all the air leaked out until it lay limp at my feet. It was then I realized, I am free!
I drew a happy face on my new balloon, for now, I belong to the Universal Church of Jesus Christ. I think I’m going to keep my membership there. It’s rather a heady feeling, somewhat like breathing helium. Actually, I am filled as I John 2:27 says, “The anointing which you received from Him abides in you.” Now as I feel the ribbon slipping through my fingers, I am fast becoming untethered. What a freeing feeling!
Of course ever since my husband retired from pastoral ministry, we have sought out a church that preaches the inerrant Word of God. There is still precious fellowship in the body of believers. But as a woman of a certain age, I find I do have more freedom to say what is near and dear to my heart. Thus I blog. I aspire to leave a written legacy for my children and grandchildren. Right now I am in I John 3:1, “See how great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called the children of God, and such we are.”
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Children and balloons go together, don’t they?
Someday this thin container of air with a dangling ribbon will make it all the way to heaven before bursting in the presence of our Savior. This is the incomprehensible wonder in I John 3:2, “Beloved, now we are children of God, and it has not appeared what we will be. We know that when He appears, we will be like Him because we will see Him just as He is.” Then I will be filled with His glory. And I will sing with the heavenly choir, “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.” My voice won’t even sound like I just sucked on a helium balloon.
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Celia Jolley mother of six and the grandmother of twenty grand and great grands. She’s been married 45 years. Connect with her online at Celia Jolley