Prison or Protection

SA09 - Are You Ready to Dedicate Yourself to Jehovah?

Layla felt like her life was a string of rules and restrictions, each one a bar in the invisible prison she had constructed around herself. Growing up in a family with strong religious beliefs caused her to feel that every aspect of life was governed by a set of strict rules.

Layla's high school experience was a constant battle between her desire for freedom and her father’s strict rules. While her classmates were out partying and socializing, Layla was confined to the boundaries set by her parents' expectations.

One Friday evening, as the school week came to an end and excitement filled the air, Layla found herself staring longingly out the window of her bedroom. She could hear the distant sounds of laughter and music drifting in from the neighborhood, a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped her room.

All the kids at school had been buzzing all week about the party happening that night, a gathering that promised fun and adventure. But for Layla, attending such an event was out of the question. She was cautioned against being at events with worldly friends, especially those whose behavior she knew well from school; certain things concerning bad association were a non-negotiable rule enforced by her parents.

As the evening wore on, Layla's frustration grew. She felt like an outsider, watching from the sidelines as her peers lived their lives to the fullest. The thought of not being allowed to go and simply hang out filled her with a sense of resentment towards the rules that held her back.

In a moment of rebellion, Layla considered defying her parents' curfew and sneaking out to join the party. The allure of freedom beckoned to her, promising a taste of the excitement she craved. But she remembered the words her father admonished about how all imperfect humans are tempted to what is wrong. (James 1:14) The true test is whether you will act on temptation you’re faced with; the choice is yours. The fact is that ultimately you are the one who is in control of how you will live.

In the end, Layla reluctantly resigned herself to another quiet night at home. As she lay in bed with her headphones, listening to the monthly broadcast on jw.org, the muffled sounds of revelry echoing through the night, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy towards her classmates. But deep down, she also knew that her parents' rules were born out of love and concern for her well-being, even if they felt like bars in the prison of her teenage life.

As she grew older, Layla's resentment towards these limitations grew stronger. The influence of the world had slowly become more influential, to the point where she longed to break free from the shackles of her upbringing to live life on her own terms. She started pushing the boundaries, sneaking out late at night and experimenting with ideas that she had convinced herself were no longer really that bad but more of a simple judgment matter.

But with each step she took towards what she perceived as freedom, Layla found herself stumbling into situations that brought her tremendous pain and disappointment. She was drawn to people who didn't have her best interests at heart, and she soon realized that the so-called freedom she craved came with its own set of chains.

The night started innocently enough. Layla’s parents were away for the weekend and sent her to stay with her non-believing grandparents. During this time, Layla persuaded her grandparents to let her stay out past curfew to attend a party, promising to be back before curfew.

As the hours passed and the party grew louder, Layla found herself swept up in the excitement of the moment. In the dimly lit room, crowded with strangers, Layla's discomfort began to grow. She no longer recognized most of the faces around her, and the atmosphere felt charged with an energy she couldn't quite place. Despite her unease, she tried to blend in, laughing and chatting with the people around her.

But as the night wore on, things took a dark turn. Layla watched in horror as a heated argument erupted between two intoxicated young men, escalating into a physical altercation. The room erupted into chaos as people shouted and pushed, and Layla found herself caught in the middle of the fray, at the same time the classmates that she recognized were getting excited and becoming a part of the pandemonium.

Panic set in as Layla realized the gravity of the situation. She was, in over her head, surrounded by people she barely knew, in a place where anything could happen. In that moment, the allure of rebellion faded away, replaced by a stark sense of fear and regret.

With trembling hands, Layla pushed her way through the crowd, desperate to escape the danger she felt was closing in around her. She stumbled out into the cool night air, gasping for breath as she fled from the chaos behind her. It was a wake-up call, a sobering reminder of the consequences of her choices.

As she made her way back to her grandparents’ home, shaken but unharmed, Layla couldn't resist the feeling of dread that clung to her like a shadow. She had dodged a bullet that night, narrowly avoiding a situation that could have ended in disaster. And as she lay in bed, replaying the events of the evening in her mind, she knew that she had learned a valuable lesson—one that had come at a high cost.

Layla now understood that the rules and restrictions she had rebelled against were not meant to confine her, but to protect her. (Psalm 119:97; Isaiah 48:17, 18) Like the bars of a lion cage, they were there to shield her from harm and guide her towards a path of safety and fulfillment.

With newfound wisdom, Layla began to see her life in a different light. Instead of viewing her upbringing as a prison, she saw it as a fortress, built with love and care to safeguard her well-being. She embraced the values instilled in her since childhood, finding strength and comfort in the knowledge that she was following a path that would lead her to true freedom and happiness.

Thank you for reading,
-Soli Jehova Gloria (1 Corinthians 10:31)

 

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13 comments

I love the thought that we can view Jehovah’s principles as a prison or as a protection, even if they feel like bars in a prison, they don’t have to be if we change our view which could save heartbreak for us and those around us.

Vanessa

Love the story. Jehovah never deprive us. He loving wants to spare us unnecessary heartache

Barbara Simmons

The lesson reminds of something I read when I was in elementary school. It was a short story of a boy that lived in a domed city. He kept wanting to go outside the dome. He could see blurry figures of people out there. At times he saw hands against the dome. His curiosity got the best of him, and despite warnings never to go out, he found away to leave. When he did, one day someone inside the dome saw a blurry figure of a hand, trying to get in the dome. It was the young man, he saw that the people outside were not having fun out there, as he had imagined, but they were wandering around, looking for a way in. The dome was a protection, not a prison. I never forgot that story, the lesson reminded me of it again.

Ruth

When you commit yourself to Jehovah, you decide to follow Jesus Christ’s teachings and prioritize doing Jehovah’s will above all else. This is a lesson we all have learned at some point.

Dana

Thank you.

Cathy

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