True Freedom

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I have a 'take it or leave it' attitude about fireworks.  Don't get me wrong.  Fireworks are awesome, but to go to a real fireworks display there are things to contend with that I am not fond of.  Things like traffic, parking, crowds, darkness, bugs, and the discomfort of sitting on the ground...just to name a few.  But there are some wonderful things about fireworks too.    

I love the crowd's eager anticipation of the next firework.  I love how the firework display illuminates the night with bursts of colorful light.  I love the expression and sounds of those in the crowd with the release of each new firework. 

Another thing I've noticed about firework displays is when there is a dud or two in the show, there is no booing or hissing.  When the fireworks crowd doesn't receive what they were expecting, they don't turn ugly.  Instead, there is a unison pity,"awwww," that rumbles across the open fields.

Today is the 4th of July.  The birth of our nation.  This is the day we celebrate our freedom and somewhere over the course of our many years of celebrating, firecrackers and fireworks have become the why we express the joy of freedom.  

As Christians, we each have our own personal 4th of July celebration--so to speak.  Mine was when I was seven years old, on a Wednesday night, at the altar of kid's camp.  That was the day I received my freedom.  I was liberated from a future of bondage and despair.  That was the day the angels in heaven rejoiced--because of me.  That was the day I asked Jesus to be my Lord and Savior.

The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.
(Psalm 65:8 NIV)

How about you?  Do you remember your personal 4th of July?  Do you remember the day you were liberated from bondage and ushered into freedom?  

Today, whether you celebrate the birth of our nation quietly at home or loudly at a fireworks display, take a moment to reflect on what True Freedom really looks like.


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