1 Corinthians 6:11 (NKJV)“And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God.”
Some of y’all are walking around like you’re still wearing prison clothes—but the chains fell off ages ago.
There’s a lie floating around modern Christianity that says once you’re saved, your past should be hidden.
Buried.
Never brought up again.
That it’s somehow more “spiritual” to keep your testimony locked away like some forgotten file in heaven’s archives.
But Scripture doesn’t agree. God doesn’t agree.
Paul didn’t pull any punches when he wrote to the Corinthians. He gave a laundry list of what they used to be—idolaters, fornicators, drunkards, homosexuals, thieves, revilers. And then, with that bold fire only the Spirit gives, he said: “And such were some of you.”
Not “are.”
Not “struggling with.”
Were.
That one word is a declaration of war against the idea that we’re forever stuck in our sin. That one word is a line in the sand that says, “Yeah, I used to live like hell—but I met the One who kicked hell’s teeth in and bought my freedom with His blood.” And I refuse to be ashamed of that.
Deliverance is not a dirty word. It’s a reason to rejoice.
But we treat it like it’s taboo. We whisper around it. We sanitize our testimonies. We try to pretty them up like we’re trying to win a Christian PR award.
Why?
Because the enemy wants us quiet. He knows your testimony is dangerous. He knows someone drowning in the same pit God dragged you out of might finally believe there’s hope—if only they heard your story.
Psalm 107:2 doesn’t suggest we speak—it commands it:
“Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom He has redeemed from the hand of the enemy.”
You were snatched from death.
Rescued from addiction.
Restored from sexual sin.
Pulled from bitterness, pride, perversion, or whatever else had its claws in you.
Why in the world would you keep that to yourself?
That doesn’t glorify sin—it glorifies the God who crushed it.
Hear me on this: your past is not your identity, but it is part of your testimony.
And your testimony isn’t just for you—it’s for the broken, the bound, the bitter ones who think they’re too far gone.
It’s for the teenage girl convinced her worth is in her body.
It’s for the man trapped in pornography who thinks God’s done with him.
It’s for the alcoholic, the self-harmer, the self-righteous, and the silent.
And maybe—just maybe—it’s for you, too.
To remind you that your “were” didn’t win.
To remind you that deliverance wasn’t a moment—it’s a lifestyle.
And to remind you that you’re still free.
Romans 6:6 says,
“Knowing this, that our old man was crucified with Him, that the body of sin might be done away with…”
Done away with—not managed. Not hidden. Dead and gone.So what are we doing trying to resurrect the silence?
Speak up.
Someone needs to hear what you’ve been through. Not to compare scars, but to point to the Healer. Not to dwell on your mess, but to declare the mercy of the One who brought you through.You’re not who you used to be. And you’re not the only one who needs to know it.
Here’s a challenge for you today:What part of your story are you still ashamed to share? Ask the Lord to redeem that silence. Pray for boldness. And then look for someone who needs to hear what God has done for you. Because deliverance isn’t meant to be buried—it’s meant to be broadcast.
