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Fighting for Freedom



Today we celebrate our Great Nation’s independence and freedom. As we’ve often been reminded, freedom isn’t free.  While I passionately agree and feel the cost of our freedom is too often trivialized and ignored, I think there’s another conversation that needs to be discussed. Freedom is a gift and we are immensely blessed to be born in this country and during this time. However, like any gift, that freedom must be both accepted and utilized to be fully appreciated. In this country, freedom is a choice we must make.

Although our nation affords us great freedoms, we too often reject those freedoms and choose to live in bondage of one form or another.

As of the end of 2017, the average credit card balance was nearly $16k, the average mortgage was just under $180k, the average auto loan was approaching $28k and the average student loan was over $47K. How much of your budget goes to paying creditors including mortgages, 20%? 30%? More? If 30% of your budget goes to payments of some kind or another and you are in a 20% tax bracket then you are working HALF the year for someone else. Does that sound like freedom? On top of this, statistics show about 10 million Americans are addicted to gambling with a monetary cost of $6 billion annually, not to mention the social and psychological factors. Money can be great tool to build independence and help others, but too often it enslaves us.

The issue goes far beyond finances though. Studies show over 23 million Americans over the age of 12 struggle with substance abuse including alcohol, illicit drugs and prescription medication. It is estimated nearly 40 million Americans are currently consuming cigarettes on a regular basis, directly leading to upwards of half a million deaths annually. How about food? In 2016 the CDC reported over 93 million US adults were obese – 40% of the adult population – triggering medical costs approaching $150 billion. Even more tragic, it was reported the previous year 12 million children were already obese. All this shows how we have chosen to become prisoners of wretched masters, hell bent on our own destruction.

Maybe you are very frugal with your spending and disciplined about what you put into your body. But do you consume other harmful substances? There are nearly 70 million DAILY search engine requests for pornographic material – about a quarter of all search engine requests – destroying marriages and intimacy.

A 2014 report showed 34 million “gamers” spending an average of 22 hours per week on a gaming console. In 2017, the average social media user spent over two hour a day on social network sites, contributing to the three hours a day the average adult US citizen spends on their phone. But you don’t have time to read or workout or invest in the lives of your loved ones? Remember, we have not been forcibly imprisoned; we have willingly put on these shackles.

Furthermore, we are going to jobs we can’t stand for a paycheck we complain about so we can buy things we can’t afford to impress people we don’t like. Have you ever traded away part of your soul for a steady salary, a mediocre health plan and a 3% 401k match?

We are held captive by the opinions of others, or at least what we think they think about us. We remain ensnared by bitterness, jealousy, greed … I could go on and on but I think I have made my point. I hope at least some of this is hitting home.   

If we really lived as free men and women, I’d be willing to wager we would appreciate our freedoms much more. We have the option of amazing and unparalleled independence in this country, but it must be harnessed. It must be exercised. Freedom certainly isn’t free, but we must also recognize its cost of ownership.  Each and every day, you must continue to fight for your own independence and freedom. Don’t cheapen the sacrifice of those who fought and died so you could live free by settling for a life of bondage.


*Photo compliments of Hannah Tacci

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