Remembering the Freedom of Peace and the Cost of War

(I realize this is a day late, but I wasn't really at a computer at all yesterday. Please be gracious.)

Freedom isn't free.

What!? Really!?

I think that's bullshit. Semantically and conceptually.

Mankind was created free. Free to love and be loved. Free to enjoy life to its fullest.

What cost us dearly was deviating from that freedom. From the day we chose to sell ourselves to pride and greed we have paid our pounds of flesh in the form of disease, famine, abuse, loneliness, disaster, and war.

What is perhaps more sad is that we've convinced ourselves that we can buy our freedom back. We buy it with cash, with third-world labor, with the blood of our fellow citizens. But we've mistaken 'freedom' for 'standard-of-living'...a mistake that is costing the lives of thousands on both sides of our current war. We've put our way-of-life above life itself.

But you can't buy something that's free. Weird as it sounds, it cheapens it.

This is not to undermine the sacrifice of millions of soldiers. Rather it is a hope that, for those two minutes of silence at least, we dwell not on a past that has become distant to many of us, but instead on the freedom from pride and greed that comes from Christ alone...a freedom that, if taken seriously, should spell the end of war. A freedom that, thanks to His sacrifice, is free.

What will you do with that freedom?

Thanks, Braveheart ;)