Free to Run

The evening was delightful, with 80 degrees and a light breeze. My husband and I, along with our son and youngest daughter were strolling down a gravel driveway into a beautiful horse corral. The grass was the soft green of spring and new growth. The fences were built strong with 1X6" boards streaming through the posts like white ribbons surrounding the entire pasture-land, as well as dividing the grounds for training.

To our right was a single run of fencing with the most beautiful horses I had ever seen standing with their rears against the fence, down both sides, like a parking lot. They were adorned with exquisite gear, decorated with gold and silver and gem stones. Some of the horses were wearing plumes. They were arrayed with the finest equipment money could buy as though they would be taking part in an extraordinary parade to honor a grand hero. These horses stood at attention with perfect reverence as we admired their eminence.

We were enjoying the genteel manner of these magnificent animals when I became aware of hot breath on my left shoulder. As I turned around, I was face to face with one of the horses. His beauty was incredible. Although he was of the same breed, he didn’t have any of the accouterments the other horses were wearing. In a friendly gesture I inquired, "What is this? Why aren’t you all dressed up like the others?"

With that, the horse shook his head and pranced around to the front of us. I couldn’t help but smile at his elegant style. He held his head high bouncing on his front feet as though he was dancing. Respectfully he dipped his head to us, whirled around and began to gallop the entire perimeter of the pasture. His muscles glistened in the sun as they rippled over his body. His contented demeanor held our constant attention. His grandeur surpassed all the other horses to a point that they were almost forgotten.



The horse returned to us and continued his dance of satisfaction. I could almost hear him singing "I’m free. I’m free." I was amazed when I realized that I was looking at a picture of the corporeal church when I looked at the horses standing at the fence in all their splendor, and I was looking at the church Jesus gave His life for when I looked at the free horse. He was every bit as well-behaved and well-trained as the other horses but, his beauty was pure and uncontaminated. He was able to run and dance without being weighted down by all the culture or tradition that we call religion.

a dream by
Claudina
August 10, 2002

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