The jail doors were wide open. This was their chance for freedom. But none of the prisoners tried to escape. Because there was something else, another freedom. A different freedom. The freedom in the hearts of those worshipping God - in the middle of their cell, in the middle of the night.
I feel like a prisoner who can hear the voices raised in worship from the people beside me. And while everyone is mesmerised by the freedom in the worshipping hearts, I'm confused. I feel like a traitor. Is it supposed to be this hard, to determine which is the right freedom?
Help me, God.