Posted by David
Liberty: “George, you know I will always remember you?”
George: “My lady, you need not to lie to me, Dear.”
Liberty: “You have made me who I’ve become.”
George: “You are who you were to be, my lady.”
Liberty: “Will you remember me, George?”
George: “You know I will until the day I die.”
Liberty turns and walks away looking forward toward the horizon. In the following years, George haunts her dreams. She has a few lovers. She builds a rather large fortune spending most of her time in isolation. In her rugged glamor, she makes a close friend or two. At times, she does lend an honest hand. As she ages, her wealth rather than her charm and glamor provides her success. Towards the end she has little left but her guile. She becomes parched and wrinkled.
There is no joy in independence.
We are all one in the body of Adam.
How many have hung on the cross of Patriotism?
How many have been burst apart by the rocket’s red glare?
Where is freedom when another is bound and blinded by sin?
Only by the grace of the body and blood of Christ.
One of the criminals who were hanged railed at him, saying, “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!” But the other rebuked him, saying, “Do you not fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? And we indeed justly, for we are receiving the due reward of our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong.” And he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.”