My second 2017 hope for you is that you find freedom from all fears, addictions,and any other bondages.  Jesus is Conqueror over your personal enemies.  Mine too.  (Luke 8:28-39)


Luke tells that in the country of the Gadarenes,
there in the tombs
was a man with an unclean spirit,
who had his dwelling among the dead.
And, always, night and day, he was in the mountains,
in the tombs, crying and cutting himself with stones
No man could bind him – no, not with chains –
For they had been plucked asunder by him
and his fetters snapped in bits –
neither could any man tame him.

Altho he could not be bound by chains,
he was bound within.
He said, “My name is Legion, for we are many.”

The captives are still Legion
Bound with despair
Filled with guilt
Raging with hatred, violence, and lust
Abusing themselves and their families
Hiding in fear of being found out
Cursing those who would bring deliverance

The chains of bondage prevail:
Covetousness and materialism
Jealousy – envy
Drugs and alcohol
Sexual perversion
Phobias – Fears
Hatred and strife

The effects are rampant:
Child abuse
And – at last – Eternal Damnation!

The answer is singular –
One who said, “Cast your cares on me
One who was beaten for our healing
One whose blood paid for our redemption
One before whom all devils tremble
One whose name brings deliverance.

The man, once called Legion, met Jesus, the One
whom God sent to heal the brokenhearted
Preach deliverance to the captive,
recovering of sight to the blind,
to set at liberty them that are bruised.

No longer Legion – clothed and in his right mind –
he went home and began to publish
what great things Jesus had done for him.

The captive had been set free – Amen, Amen.

Romans 8:31, 37 says “. . .If God be for us, who can be against us?. . .we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.”

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Deb Glover says:

    Thanks for sharing this. I am blessed by this. A great reminder.

  2. Faye says:

    Thank you. Positive and special reminder of what we have.

  3. dawnlizjones says:

    “The man, once called Legion, met Jesus, the One” I never thought of it that way!

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