As I journey through this year of self discovery as an artist one of the things I would like to do is to continue with my guitar re-creating. It would make a great series of pieces. I have chosen the title Courageous Freedom for the series. I will reveal to you the next guitar will be a bass guitar but the rest is a secret until it is finished. Hopefully, it will not take the 5 years it took me to build the Thorny Guitar I revealed a couple of weeks ago. I chose this series title because it is a combination of two of my favorite words.
I posses the greatest respect for those 2 words separately but when you put them together, volumes are written. I have touched on bravery numerous times in my blogs but it is just that important to me. Courage is required to take risk, to step out on the mission field, to march into a new career, to get rid of those comfort zones, to make decisions about things you have invested countless hours and money into, to marry, to start a family. I think you get the picture. Each day we make same courageous decisions. Where there is risk there is the opportunity for courage.
It takes courage to create freedom. Yes, freedom can be created. I learned that from my time in the military. We are not born courageous. We learn it from acts of bravery, from managing fear and from Christ’s empowerment. When my army reserve unit was activated and sent to Saudi Arabia during Desert Storm I learned really quickly what courage looked like. I was surrounded by it everyday. I was pretty scared at times but you move forward. At night in my tent I would just say God protect me. After rolling my socks over my boots to keep the scorpions and spiders out I would go to sleep. I do not remember staying awake or worrying about anything. I had been gifted with the courage of Christ.
It also takes courage to accept freedom. Too many people are afraid to move into a life of freedom. It is much safer and easier to stay in the same restrictive rituals that bind our faith. I have broken down walls in my own life recently that I had built up for protection because I had been hurt many years ago. I lacked the courage to allow myself to feel what was outside those stone walls. They were cold and dark and left me incapable of truly feeling all that Christ had to offer. Love was a very difficult concept when I was cowering behind that impenetrable barrier. Those walls shackled me. I felt little and lived a numbing life. It took courage to break the walls down and step out into the light. The love and emotions that hit me at first felt like stepping out into bright light from a dark cave. I could only describe it as an emotional hangover the next day. It took along time to manage all that and how to handle all this new freedom. But I haven’t regretted a second of it. The passion, love and courage I now have are wonderful friends.
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” —Plato