"The Free Slaves' Union of America"
"The land of the free, home of the brave." That's where we live. This world with laws and money and the pursuit of happiness. What exactly is happiness? Girls? Money? Stuff!? Music, friends, God?
Somehow that last answer surprises. It's surprising because of its normality. Its not a surprising answer. It catches the eye due to its inconspicuousness. The land of freedom. Freedom to dream. Freedom of religion. Of expression in speech. Of slavery.
You can choose any of these. What's surprising is that most people only choose one.
The American church is doing well in this day. Financially. There are tons of boneheads who go to church and act the part. Tithing is just a way to "feel good" while not actually acting out. We can trick ourselves into giving enough that the world's problems seem to be solved while you still can go to Starbucks after the sermon. There are more people proportionally in all the countries where God is not let in legally than their are in America, where religion is free as your right to breathe. They understand what we are missing more often than we do. That's beyond sad. I watch hundreds of kids at school talk about what life is, but really just lying to themselves that happiness is in other people, things, sex, stuff. 'The person with the most toys wins' policy.
Life is about sports cars and girls and Venti Vanilla Lattes in the morning. Stuff. The best stuff. The most stuff. That's all I'm told in school. By peers, by teachers, by friends and enemies. Its all the same. Its all there. Its the subliminal message that slowly suffocates your ability to feel the supernatural.
Slavery is the most often picked freedom in America. It is the least proclaimed and most realized freedom that we are given. Ironic, yet truth.
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