So Independence Day has come and gone. I am so very grateful for the freedom that I can get in this country. Considering many of the things that has happened over the past few weeks and months (BP oil spill, for one), it may seem that right now, America really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I am in a country where at times it seems that we are moving backwards. I am in a country where politicians cheat on their wives and hurt their children. I am in a country where my fellow countrymen sometimes do the wrong thing more than they do the right thing. I am in a country where oppression still exists, whether we like to admit it or not.
But at the same time, I am in a country where the possibility exists to move forward. I am in a country where lives can be rebuilt. I am in a country where people can still make the choice whether to do the right thing, or the wrong thing. And I am in a country where I can see those who are fighting every day to break those bonds of oppression, both for those oppressed and those oppressing, and are inspiring others to take their stand.
At this moment, I am also very grateful for that freedom that comes from the Son, who died to buy my pardon.