Real patriotism embraces the wholly immovable belief that without freedom, the essence of the human soul and the life-breath of the human spirit is doomed to perish for lack of space and absence of light.

Freedom is viewed as a ‘right’ to those who don’t yet understand that everything is a ‘privilege.

I don’t know that love is freedom. Rather, I think it’s more a force to preserve freedom.

Is it possible that my walls are specifically erected and intentionally reinforced out of the fear that God calls me to an existence without walls? And if this is so, do I realize that I am the warden of prison that I created in which I myself am the prisoner?

If I’m a slave to thankfulness I will never to be a slave to that which I’m thankful for. And the fact of the matter is that slavery to thankfulness is freedom from everything else.

Thankfulness is far more than the key that tenderly and rather gracefully unshackles me from all that binds me. Rather, it is in fact the sledgehammer that shatters the shackles. And that’s the best kind of key I can think of.