The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, ... he hath sent me … to preach deliverance to the captives, Luke 4:18
Captive, what a dark word. It is a word of humiliation... to be powerless, caged, enslaved! To have desire and love crushed. To be held without the strength to free myself, and controlled against my will. To know my enemy, and yet be unable to overcome his merciless grip.
It is a word with a million stories. For some this word is the cold metallic sound of a cell door closing. For others it may be the confinement of a wheelchair… or the silence of deafness… or the struggle with cancer… or an abusive relationship… Captive!
For some it was a trap. It began as a joyride and ended in addiction, the loss of identity, and sale of the known and loved for a little more time in the chains of seduction as a captive to weakness.
Some are captive to “acceptable” vices: Greed, lust, prejudice, power, hatred… and even religion. Yes religion can be an imprisonment: the bondage of doing good to get to heaven… and then ruled by the despot of silent fear because I know I’m not good enough...