Let me not bind Your Son with laws I made.
Your Son is free, My Father. Let me not imagine I have bound him with the laws I made to rule the body. He is not subject to any laws I made by which I try to make the body more secure. He is not changed by what is changeable. He is as You created him, because he knows no law except the low of love.
Let me not worship idols, nor believe in any low idolatry would make to hide the freedom of the Son of God. He is not bound except by his beliefs. Yet what he is, is far beyond his faith in slavery of freedom. He is free because he is his Father’s Son. And he cannot be bound unless God’s truth can lie, and God can will that He deceive Himself.
It was one of those days that flew by in a haze. Apart from a cursory glance at the lesson in the morning, I didn’t get a chance to look at it again till the support group meeting tonight. Even in class I was distracted my the memory of the radio interview I did this afternoon on Newstyle Radio with Gail, a woman full of energy, who was multi-taskinging personified. Not only was she conducting studio interviews with two of us, (me and the marketing manager at the Drum) she was also doing a telephone interview with Sonia Radebe, who will be hosting the Africa Rising Poetry Jam at the Drum on the 12th as part of Afrovibes. As if that wasn’t enough she was taking calls from her son’s school and repairing a jammed piece of equipment – and managed to smile throughout.