Saturday, January 23, 2010

These two things...

I’ve come to realize that there are only two important things in life--faith and freedom. When I speak of faith, I dare not speak of the faith of the blind—the weak who cling to vapid traditions and poorly crafted interpretations as excuses for tyranny. This is not the faith of those who cut themselves and others with Bible verses. This faith cannot be coerced. It is not some secret gift for greedy hands to seize while others perish in the dark.

This faith, I’ve carried with me since I was a child. It is the first breath of life. The last breath before passing over. It is everything—you and me, standing in all our painful brilliance, in all our glory. It is light.

But faith, my friends, cannot materialize in the absence of freedom—for freedom makes thought possible.

When I speak of freedom, I speak not of chains. Freedom is never given nor won. It only inhabits those who listen. I’ve seen far too many zombies deaf to its call. You’ve seen them too. They bear the mark of resignation across their foreheads—passed on to their children and their childrens' children.

I have to admit that I do not know where I am going, and I am still unsure as to my purpose. Some days I feel like I’ve been turned around. But I’ve tied faith and freedom together and packed them in my satchel for the journey.

And If I end, still believing in these two things (faith and freedom), then maybe my tangle with the human condition, my jihad, would have all been worth it.