Freedom

by estory

All this time we've struggled to get to this place,

Marching through the streets and over the bridges

With our hands raised above our heads in fists;

We've voted for it, fought for it, even died for it

Only to find that it lies in ruins.

We've hauled down the monuments of the heros

Who once seemed like giants of their time,

Spray painted one set of slogans over another,

Rewritten the history books,

Ransacked the state houses

And shouted each other down,

Found ourselves in mobs bent on vengeance

Or misguided intentions,

All on a long march we call 'progress.'

In the end, we've only gone in circles.

And the place itself was, after all, only space.

A blank page, an empty stage

Waiting for us to write or make our mark on.

It isn't really freedom itself that matters.

It's what we do with it.

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I think people have misinterpreted what it means to be free, these days. Along with freedom comes responsibility, the responsibility to be considerate of the people around you, to be respectful of their sensibilities, their values, and to live a life in the service and glory of God. You are not free to take other lives, trample on them, abuse them, or abuse and damage your own life. Jesus really never really talked about freedom. Instead he talked about being the servant of others, and of God. 'The one who is greatest in heaven is the one who is the servant of all,' he said. Freedom therefore isn't so much an end of itself but rather only a possibility in which we leave our mark, for good or ill. We've lost our way, I think, in this long journey of freedom. estory

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It's what we do with freedom that matters

Freedom

by estory

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