Now that the 4th of July is over, and all the fireworks have finished over downtown, and all the pop – its have been swept up out here in the suburbs, we can catch our breath for a moment before we head into the real Northwest summer.
In the pause before the rest of the week, I am struck by how precious our freedoms are. This week, millions of Americans won a battle in the struggle towards marriage equality with the Supreme Court decision about the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA). It is only within the past century that my parents won the right to be married, that my friends won the right to be free from racial discrimination, that women won the right to vote.
The grip on our freedoms seems tenuous sometimes, with people and corporations around every corner trying to take them away. It seems like we have so far to go sometimes, that there is injustice, inequity, and hate everywhere. Yet, in the midst of the darkness, our freedom is so sweet.
Maybe this is how it’s supposed to work. Maybe the sweetness of what we have is what gives us the bravery to face the dark corners, ready to shed light on what we find, even if it isn’t easy. Maybe we’re supposed to remember the sweetness of what we seek, even if we’re surrounded by the bitterness of dreams unfilled. May we find gratitude for what we have won, may we keep hopeful for what is to come, and may we remember our resolve to fight for what we know is right and good.