07.06
When we do fireworks as a family, as you can see, we go ALL out. No expense spared here when it comes to celebrating our freedom. We are content with waving our sparklers, and living on the edge by holding Roman candles . . . or maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m the one content with it. The truth is, after ou
r Black Cat firecrackers popped, just around the block the neighbors detonated this massive explosion that lit up the whole sky. Kevin, my oldest son, said, “Wow, dad, that was really cool.” The only response I had was, “Ok kids, who wants another sparkler, huh?” Am I really that lame? I might as well have sunscreen that hasn’t been rubbed in well on my face, wear a hawaiian shirt, bermuda shorts and sandals with dress socks on. I think I’m becoming Clark Griswold.
I’m sure my kids felt like the family who stays at a Motel 6 and watches the kids swimming next door at the Marriott. Nonetheless, after our bag of fireworks had been lit, my kids had all their fingers, and only one of my eyebrows had been singed–which in my mind is a successful and safe 4th of July.
So is there a point to this little family freedom celebration? I think so.
It’s good to know that God spared no expense when it came to offering us freedom. The truth is, our freedom from the chains of sin cost Him the life of His only Son, Jesus. The beauty of His wonder was displayed in a cross and an empty tomb. And still, both light up the dark landscape of sinful humanity and offer the hope of true freedom.