The Choice

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Being human doesn’t make us free, it just gives us a choice of whether to be or whether to simply exist. All creatures, great or small, that roam and wander the realms of our creation always seek the light, before they accept the darkness. And all God’s creatures crave to be free, somehow, someday, some way.

THE CHOICE

By Al Garcia

Being human doesn’t make us free, it just gives us a choice of whether to be or whether to simply exist.  All creatures, great or small, that roam and wander the realms of our creation always seek the light, before they accept the darkness.  And all God’s creatures crave to be free, somehow, someday, some way.

The idea of following the sun to where the light shines bright and free has always been the guiding strength of manacled and shackled hearts and souls.  Freedom -- the light that has guided those seeking to be unbound, unburdened and released from whatever or whoever confined or controlled them.  Freedom - a dream and a hope combined to make some cast off their fears and shed their doubts and take a chance at life.

Not long ago along our border on the Rio Grande, we saw the faces and heard the cries of choice.  We saw it in the faces, and heard it the cries for help from the mothers and fathers and young children who made a choice to come toward the glowing light they saw coming from our side of the border.  They made a choice to seek a better life.  They made a choice to join their hearts and souls with ours, to make a brighter light.  They made a choice, and we said no.

They have learned that which we have not, that simply being human doesn’t always make us free.  There is sometimes sorrow, grief and tears to be endured, before one can be free.  There is the endurance of outright hatred, prejudice, humiliation and even harm, before one can be free.  And, as they have learned, there is even the possibility of children being taken and never seen again.  And yet, that was the choice they made for the possibility of coming into the light they saw just across their border – freedom. 

For many immigrants seeking the safety and the warmth of our light and our shelter, there was no choice.  They walked to the gate of freedom’s chosen land and knocked and asked to be let in.  And we closed the gate and shut our hearts, and we took what little they brought with them – their dignity, their pride, and for some, even their flesh and blood – their children. 

And still, they look upon our land and upon our history and legacy of offering comfort and shelter to the weak, and the helpless, as their only hope, as the only choice they have to live.

The choice is not theirs to make, unfortunately.  The choice is ours.  Whether we believe that we are really all God’s creatures, and whether we believe all God’s creatures, great or small, were meant to roam and wander, and finally, live free.  We have freedom.  Freedom cannot be manacled and shackled and kept away from those who seek its sweet embrace. 

Nor should those who pursue and seek freedom be chained and caged, and forced to suffer, for simply having a dream of living free. 


Submitted: June 17, 2021

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