Free--a short, funny-looking little foundation of a word to carry such a sky-scraper of meaning.
It means I can leave my house at night, look up without fear of walls or guns or bombarding voices, and smile under Orion's feet. I can openly attend church, call a meeting in my home, stand in the park and give a speech, walk into the courthouse with my grandchildren and show them the place where the jury sits, and the box for open witness. I write these words in my living room, then post them fearlessly to be read by a woman in Australia and a man in Scandinavia and lots of folks in the USA. Nobody comes knocking with a warrant.
Because I'm free.
But even if...tomorrow should bring those dreaded chains I've never felt around my feet, if the world should crash around me with bullhorns spouting insane, obnoxious propaganda and threats that muffle all my songs, I would still be free.
For I carry inside a different freedom--freedom from fear and faith for the future. I do not suffer from condemnation by the One who matters. I've been forgiven. I'm loved by the Maker of the universe.
So I'm really free.
Someday I will stand up there just next to the bold Orion--immortal, invulnerable--free!