|J with his uncles, Grampie and the Beve. They really are giants, aren't they?|
And those fireworks we ooh and ahh over every year? They're bigger and better and more beautiful every year as well, but started as copies of 'the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air' of war. WAR. Our flag still waving in the dawn after a bloody battle inspired the incredibly difficult-to-stay-on-pitch song we call our National Anthem. This anthem cries FREEDOM as loudly as anything, if we stop and listen to the words.
Around our table yesterday were some half-Norwegians (the Beve and his brothers), a good German (Thyrza), some half-Basque sisters (Beve's sister-in-law and her sister), and a couple of British Isle mutts (Grampie and me), and our kids, who are made up of all our parts. Beve had set up a picnic table on the back deck in case our dining table wouldn't stretch, but I wanted us all around the table. I wanted us to look at each other as we passed our food, to share our meal and our stories. So free, that we simply take that freedom for granted, so to speak. Knowing we don't even have to think about it. Because it was fought for once, and won.
Then fought for again. Every war is a little about freedom. Either to earn it, or protect it.
There's freedom and then there's FREEDOM. "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free." Galatians 5:1
"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by His grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus." Romans 3:23
Jesus Christ waged a war to win our freedom from sin. We were stuck in it, enslaved to it, as Paul writes in Romans. He did it. Went to war--to ugly, bloody war--for us. And after all those words He said on the cross about forgiving His enemies, about committing His Spirit to God, what was coming was our ability to yell, "FREEDOM!"