Monday, April 21, 2008
A salty taste is still in my mouth as I type. The taste of my own tears. My son laughed as I choked my way through the story, tears streaming down my face. The story, Dreaming of America by Eve Bunting. The tale of the first immigrants to arrive to Ellis Island. We read it after watching an hour long documentary on the Statue of Liberty. In which I shed a few other tears.
1: the quality or state of being free: a: the power to do as one pleases b: freedom from physical restraint c: freedom from arbitrary or despotic control d: the positive enjoyment of various social, political, or economic rights and privileges e: the power of choice
Liberty! Freedom to do, be, say, worship and live, in any way we choose. I can scarcely wrap my brain around it. I am free! Free to read my bible and assemble in the church of my choice. Free to speak what I want and publish it for others to read. Free to own property. Free to vote and elect government. I am free to do these things and more.
Growing up here I don't think I fully appreciate this fact. Today I am. And today I shed tears, recognizing I am free. Not only here in America but in the eyes of my Lord.
So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.