Imagine being someone’s slave. You came to America on a work visa owing your sponsor a quarter of a million dollars with his promise of good pay and good work. Instead you find you are paid below minimum wage and live in a grimy basement with little to no heat in the winter and no air conditioning in the summer. Your days are filled with scrubbing toilets, digging trenches or meeting the bodily needs of your capture. You do not know the law or the language so can see no way to gain your freedom.
Then one day the Son of your slave driver tells you that his father has died and you are free to go. He gives you several thousand dollars and a plane ticket back home. You are set to leave at 5 PM, just enough time to pack your bags. Your heart will barely keep in your chest. You head for the door at 4:30 pm, anxious to get out of that cold damp basement. But when you reach the top of the stairs you are informed that the Son was killed in a car accident and you someone else purchased your loan. You are no longer allowed to leave.
But Jesus lives forever, therefore if he sets you free; you never have to be enslaved again.
