Freedom

Today, somewhere on this careening sphere, a tradition was broken. Today, a life was lost. Somewhere on God's green Earth, life was found and clung to, a love was born, and a child scraped his knee. However much we look for life to be replete with the revolutionary, we find it saturated with the satisfactory and ornately ordinary. A complete appreciation of life includes the understanding that those moments which are most abundant are thus those most necessary we enjoy. If anyone desires to truly revolutionize their very being, they must seek to find the hand of God, not only in the happenings of life but in the quiet morning walks and the daily commute. Yet I fear that we may look too hard, and see that which is not there. Like mirages in the desert we see so clearly that which never was, create so thoroughly that which will never be. God's will for our life is not the labyrinthine enigma we sometimes wish it to be, but is instead so simple as to be wrapped up in two laws. Love God, and love others. We flee from sin for the sake of our savior, just as we flee from the shackles of legalism by which we so willingly enslave ourselves and those in our charge. Bearing God's armor we are strong and stand tall, but the constructs of man break the back and cripple the legs. We've mistaken a life avoiding sin for a life well lived. We add emphatically to the holy and immutable Word of the divine Creator, because surely his syntax was inadequate. Christ died to afford us the liberty of the moment, and to save us from the monotony of arbitrary obedience. Until we are motivated more by the love of God than the fear of transgression, life's tedium will only drone on. Release yourself from slavery to man's amendments and be bound to the Good Master. His burden is easy and his yoke is light.