A quick glance at the calendar reveals that this is the week we Americans celebrate Independence Day causing us to hopefully pause and remember those who fought long ago in the battles of war to gain freedom as a nation from the bonds of Great Britain. One of the resources I checked stated that representatives from the 13 colonies then fighting in the revolutionary struggle weighed a resolution that would declare independence. On July 2, 1776 the Continental Congress voted in favor of independence and two days later its delegates adopted the Declaration of Independence, a historic document drafted by Thomas Jefferson. The “rest of the story” is typical festivities ranging from fireworks, parades and concerts to more casual gatherings with family and friends. Having said this one would think that I’m “up” on my American history. And while that would be a wonderful compliment to hear, truth is I had to do a web search to make certain I didn’t misrepresent anything about this beloved American holiday. And, furthermore, I have to wonder….is July 4th and all the blood, sweat, and tears leading up to that historic moment in time captured in the hearts and minds of an average adult, teen or child? I believe I’m pretty safe to say the answer would be a resounding “no” and admit I can count myself in that group as well, although I like to think I do, for the most part, greatly respect and exhibit an inward gratitude for those sacrifices of so long ago.

Defining “Freedom” is one of those undertakings that could fill pages with thoughts and opinions. It’s a word that is used very frequently in the midst of tragedy or triumph whether an event has taken place within a people group or the life of an individual. Ask a World War II veteran his or her definition of freedom and then  compare the answer to that of a young person who is becoming part of a generation where the memories of fought wars is but reading material in World History or American History textbooks. I’m not sure that many of us would agree on a unified definition of freedom, however, I hope that we could all agree that with freedom comes a price, a price tag bearing blood, sweat, injury, and death–the ultimate sacrifice.

I’ve been blessed to soon be celebrating another milestone birthday. I am amazed at the changes that I have seen take place in our great nation from the time I graduated high school, joined the work force, married and had children, and now enjoying more time in my home again. With my current age, comes the reality that I have had the pleasure of participating in many 4th of July celebrations to celebrate our “freedom” but for me there is a greater freedom that I possess, a state of mind of heart that also came at a great price. A kind of freedom that also benefits “all” who acknowledge the sacrificial power behind the gift–freedom in Christ as described in Galations 5:1. Once I surrendered my life to Christ my yoke of slavery to sin was broken, freedom was granted and a life of abandonment was launched! Wearing a new garment of righteousness through Christ doesn’t mean I am perfect or won’t continue to stumble. What it means is that I am no longer weighed down by past burdens. Furthermore, I now have a license to “be who I am in Christ” while recognizing my license doesn’t include making wrong choices on purpose or in other words–making a mockery of the Cross of Calvary.

I fear there is so much more I could say about freedom as it pertains to our brave men and women who have fought in wars or in my attempt to describe the pain and anguish of one man’s death on a bloody cross 2,000 years ago. This latter death was not that of a mere man, but the Son of God, who came in the flesh in order that His physical death would purchase back  the fallen nature of man. This purchase is described as a gift of eternal life–Freedom!–from the bonds of slavery to sin and the darkness of life apart from God.

Unfortunately, both discussions of freedom–whether it relates to America or the subject of Christ’s sacrifice for mankind–cause disagreements or make some individuals downright uncomfortable or hostile, all of which cause me to grieve. When we miss the truth of our nation’s rich history complete with imperfect leaders or the depth of love by a Heavenly God Who gave His Only Son as atonement for our lives, I have to wonder where we are failing as citizens who make up families to embrace the richness of both “freedom” worlds. Parades will take place across America this Thursday. Firework displays will fill the darkened skies. Countless hamburgers and hot dogs will be enjoyed from a backyard BBQ or a sidewalk vendor. Flags will be waived in the air and the word “freedom” will pour from the lips of many celebrants throughout the day. In all of that I hope that the majesty behind that precious word is revealed to more and more of us. 

2,000 years ago a parade of sorts took place. This parade was different. This parade featured one person–a man riding a donkey. There were no flags being waived. Instead, he was heralded with palm branches. No fireworks were displayed. Rather, shouts of praise filled the air in anticipation of change. Within a few hours change did come and a once triumphant sounding crowd turned angry and vicious….. and ushered in “freedom”….through the death and resurrection of Christ “Who always leads us in victory”…..and thus birthed salvation.

As you celebrate this 4th of July I pray you, like me, will pause and dig a bit deeper into our American history. And when Sunday rolls around why not consider investigating the spiritual side of “freedom”. The price has been paid for both observances–all that’s needed is a willing heart to accept the gift both have to offer. When you discover and experience true “freedom” do something crazy. Waive a flag or shout a praise offering to the One Who is the source of both  “freedom” worlds.