We collect many strange childhood memories, some of which only make any sense to us. Like this one. It is of one of the ladies in the Ukrainian community I was brought up in, marching on a protest to seek the freedom of a specific political prisoner of conscience in Russia back in the 70s. Just like protests these days, there is chanting. “What do you want..” “We want freedom!” It is the way the word freedom sounds in a Ukrainian accent, said in an almost venomous way, directed at the Russian authorities, that makes up that memory of the normally quite quiet Ukrainian lady.
But it is for freedom that Christ has set us free. But freedom for what?
Well, it is freedom from sin, from death, though not from the responsibilities of life. But if you push me on the question I have just posed, which I haven’t really answered, then it is this: to love.
Not to be nice, though there’s no reason why that can’t be part of it. Not to be romantic, though there may be romance involved. To be caring, yes, but really a caring+. That was what Jesus did.
It is to be free to be real to our failings and foibles, at the same time to be real to the grace shown to us. To love, but to not be afraid of letting that spark be turned to a flame by the Holy Spirit. To be broken pots, letting through the transforming light.
Young to old, old to young, whole to broken, broken to whole.
It is Christ that has set us free. Hallelujah!