Walking along the Pacific coast yesterday, I contemplated freedom.
As the sand splayed through my toes, I was contemplating the blessing of freedom and thinking about how I have never lived without basic human freedoms. Watching the fishermen flock to the pier at Pismo Beach I wondered if they were fishing because they wanted to, or because they had to as a result of lack of household income.
It made me grateful for the fact that I never had to worry about an empty belly.
My mind wandered to my beach time in Burundi, Africa in 2010 as well as my time at IJM learning about how many children and families were forced to work in the fishing industry (Lake Volta, Ghana). I grieved over the fact that some of them would never know freedom, unless someone like me intervened to provide rescue.
As I gazed through the planks on the pier, I was saddened that many people in our world would never know the peace of determining where they would next take a step – because their captors were determining their steps for them.
It made me wonder why freedom is seen as a basic human right for all people.
I wondered why a lack of freedom for subgroups of humanity inflames other free humans to respond. I contemplated the fact that lack of physical freedom often causes the crushing of one’s soul. I wondered if we have a “right” to freedom or if freedom is granted as a “privilege” … I wondered how some people could be physically enslaved but mentally “free,” whereas others were physically free but mentally enslaved.
This is how my mind wanders when my feet do… and I came to no resolution about this concept of freedom.
What about you? How do you view freedom and what has it meant to you?