Freedom is a loaded word. It comes to folks like me on the backs of people whose land was was taken from them and people who were taken from their land. It's easy to toss out phrases like "America the great" when history was written by people who ensured the history that was recorded (and taught) excluded hundreds of years of sin against image bearers in the name of things like "freedom." It's easy to ignore the fact that there are more slaves now than any other time in history. Its easy to forget that my freedom is bound up in their enslavement and, until all are free, none of us really are. .
It's not easy to live in the tension of already/not yet. It's hard to lean into how my freedom was attained. It's uncomfortable to explain it to my children. It's a straight up battle to celebrate days like today when so many are not free. .
But celebration is a discipline, and it's one that moves me closer to Jesus. There are a lot of things in this country I can't get down with, but a God who came to set people free? I'm all in.