Let The Redeemed Say So

Let the Redeemed Say So

Psalm 107:2 in Real Life

I went to an AA meeting the other day. There were 150 people packed into that room, all going around introducing themselves. One by one, they stood and said the familiar line: “Hi, I’m [Name], and I’m an alcoholic.” It was rhythmic. Ritualistic. Safe.

I was number 130.

When it got to me, I paused. I could feel the pressure of the room, the cortisol spike in my bloodstream, the wave of momentum coming straight at my soul. But I didn’t say it. I couldn’t. Not because I think I’m better—because I know I’m redeemed.

I said, “My name is Alaric. I’m redeemed by the grace of God through the 12 Steps.” Then I sat down.

Not to make a scene. Not to prove a point. But because I refuse to confess something over myself that no longer defines me. I’ve spent too many mornings preaching identity over myself before I even step into the shower. I will not undo that with a single sentence just to fit in.

Later, God took me to Psalm 107:2:

> “Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom He has redeemed from the hand of the enemy.”

That verse hit different. It doesn’t just say know you’re redeemed. It says say it. Out loud. Publicly. In rooms where silence would be easier.

If God set me free, I don’t get to call myself by my old chains just to be polite.

If He pulled me from the enemy’s hand, I don’t get to pretend the enemy still has a grip.

I’m not denying my past—I’m declaring my future.

So to anyone still introducing themselves by their wounds: I get it. I honor the path that got you here. But there’s a better name waiting.

Say so.

Let the redeemed of the Lord say so.

And get the other fatted calf ready.

We’re not done bringing people home.