As I write, flags flutter, colorful reminders of this July 4th. A parade of cars inches towards the parking lot, tourists and townies praying, each in his own way, the LOT FULL sign doesn’t halt all hope.
Traveling outside the USA gives perspective on my Homeland. I could write about what’s wrong with our country, politics and the current leadership, or lack thereof, but today’s a party day and I don’t want to be a party pooper. Besides, wiser heads than mine have spoken and written long and well on these subjects.
Today, I’m grateful for Freedom of the Press, and for a copy of the Boston Globe, delivered to my front door, even on a holiday. Today’s Globe included a copy of the Declaration of Independence, a story about Governor Christie’s private beach day with family and friends, the “collective reading on the Boston Common of Frederick Douglass’s ‘The Meaning of the Fourth of July for the Negro’ ” and a thoughtful story At home with the Bushes in Kennebunkport, Maine.
I’m thankful for Freedom of Religion, for the small New Testament I read this morning, without fear of confiscation or imprisonment, and for freedom for those who believe differently, or not at all. Eugene Peterson wrote in the introduction to Galatians in The Message, “When men and women get their hands on religion, one of the first things they often do is turn it into an instrument for controlling others, either putting or keeping them in their place…freedom is a delicate and subtle gift, easily perverted and often squandered.”
Paul, at great cost to him, none to us, sends Peace and Grace to the Galatians and us.
What difference could, We the People, make by choosing to offer Peace and Grace to our foes?
We’re free to choose.
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