Freedom

Sometimes I peruse a blog written by a west coast woman.  Some of the posts leave me deflated.  Grieved to the core.  The blogger's thoughts often represent a widely-accepted definition of human freedom.

Here are some quotes lifted from the blog-writer:

"They say if you can remember the 60s, you weren't there."

“Even though Prop. 19 (legalizing weed) didn't pass (in California), we all enjoyed the aroma of marijuana on the train. Party on! {And pass it our way!}”

“Yes, San Francisco has always offered refuge to society's castoffs.

San Francisco's always been a bit different.

We elected gay politicians to public office before it was considered possible.

...the beauty of San Francisco lies in its acceptance of everyone, millionaire and misfit, alike.”

It might surprise the blog writer, but this “All are Welcome” invitation was precisely Christ Jesus’s; only with a condition.  (All promises are counter-balanced with conditions.)  Jesus said, “All may come.  But you will be changed.  Transformed from death unto Life.”

The cultural definition of freedom goes something like this as exemplified by the blogger’s thoughts:  to be free is to be liberated from restraint.  Freedom to do as I like.  

But here’s a diamond thought, turned angle upon angle:  “When we speak of freedom as something to be highly prized, we mean a positive power or capacity of doing or enjoying something worth doing or enjoying."  T.H. Green

Does freedom mean “Leave me alone to do what I damn well want.  I’m not hurting anyone!”

Is that, in the end, bondage rather than liberation?

Or are their boundaries to freedom.  Is a person truly free who loves that which is worthwhile?  “Whatsoever things are true, noble, lovely and worthy of praise...”


So pass the bong if you will and call it "My right!"  But doing that which is unworthy and calling it 'freedom' is no freedom.

"You shall know the Truth.  And then you will be free.”