I’ve been thinking a lot about freedom lately, but not for the reasons you might think. Today is November 9, 2009, the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.
In the summer of 1989, I was 16. I watched with great interest the massacre of Tianamen Square. All those people wanted was freedom; and I prayed for that man that stood defiantly in front of the column of tanks. In Europe thousands of East Germans, under the hope of Perestroika and Glasnost began to flood in to the West German embassies in Hungary and Czechoslovakia with the hope of gaining admission to West Germany, and their freedom. It was an eventful summer; I wondered what would be the eventual outcome. I prayed for all of those people. I prayed that somehow they would be free. Continue reading