I’ve read quite a bit about slavery in America, before the Civil War. People were bought and sold. The white masters often raped the African women to produce more “livestock.” The slaves were often beaten horrifically. Marriage between slaves wasn’t really allowed. Families were sold apart. It was hell.
I’m reading through Romans right now, and am in chapters 7 and 8.
Here is how the slavery of sin works:
It starts with a wounding and a lie. The person is sold as a slave to sin. Then, the devil heaps condemnation on the person. They are told they are horrors. They are told they will never be loved. They are attacked and beaten down by the enemy of our souls. The sin will leave horrible woundings on their life–painful woundings. They will be told they are worthless and that they deserve whatever pain they have been dealt.
And then God comes with His faithful love and gentle arms. And He heals. He binds up the brokenhearted. A bruised reed He will not break, and a smoldering wick He will not snuff out. THAT is who our God is.
And we are His Hands and Feet, church. His hands and his feet.