When I was growing up in the suburbs of south Salem, Oregon, occasionally my sister’s horses would escape the fence and go running toward busy Cunningham Street wide eyed, ears straight up, bucking for the joy they could not hold inside until they were exhausted. People, horses or cars were ever hurt, but it was a job and a half to convince them to come close enough to my sister so she could again put a halter on them to guide them back, worn out, to their pasture.

Nothing puts that same feeling in me more than freedom. I get it. Especially spiritual freedom. Truly “...if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed” John 8:36. My soul frolics in that daily. I wish everybody would break free from spiritual slavery and bask in the light of the blessings of spiritual emancipation. There are so many chains from which He has loosed us. This podcast shares just a few.