Are we entitled to freedom?

July 28, 2013
Posted in Blog, Justice
July 28, 2013 jennyrain

Are we entitled to freedom?

Walking along the Pacific coast yesterday, I contemplated freedom.

Basic human freedoms like, well, walking along a beach, eating food that I want to, going where I want to go on vacation, even taking a vacation when I want to.

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?

 

 

jennyrain

I break things and trip a lot. I like to chase things like dreams, goals, ideas, and raindrops. I create things with words. Writing has been an outlet since I first discovered the magic empty space of a journal. Words dance around in my brain and often land amidst scraps of paper, find their way into journals, or etch themselves into blinking pixels. I hope my words fall like rain on tender souls in need of refreshing. Finding photos in random moments helps me share stories. During a trip to Africa the perfect trifecta of my first DSLR, mission trip, and dream-location happened and my love of photography became a reality. I'm currently writing my first book, "Will They Laugh if I Call You Daddy: Growing up with 2 Dads in an Evangelical World," I'm a board member for One Million Kids, and I believe that every kid of an LGBT parent should have an opportunity to #ChangeTheConversation with their story. My bio remains in process because I am.

Comment (1)

  1. In the wake of 9/11, I like every other American put on American Pride and we wore it proud. It was part of our healing, even those who lived on the other side of the country, those who weren’t directly affected. So much of my life has changed since that late summer day. I understand freedom in a completely different way. I’ve learned that slavery is alive and is far worse than it has ever been. I’ve been in the same room of girls that were victims of human trafficking and have hugged their necks and kissed their faces. I’ve watched a little girl in India grow to be an absolutely beautiful young woman in spite of poverty. Freedom for me has becoming something so much more than being able to worship God or carry a gun or say whatever I feel like. We’ve lost sight that freedom is all men equal. All men free. Not owned. Free.

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