“I know why the caged bird
sings,” wrote Paul Laurence Dunbar. It
is “a prayer the he sends from his heart’s deep core. . .a plea that upward to
heaven he flings—I know why the caged bird sings.”
Slaves in the cotton fields sang,
“Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, coming for to carry me home.” Civil rights marchers sang, “Deep in my
heart/I do believe/we shall overcome some day.”
“Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, coming for to carry me home.” Civil rights marchers sang, “Deep in my
heart/I do believe/we shall overcome some day.”
My coal miner ancestors,
indentured to the company store, came together in their little white frame
church to sing gospel songs from shaped note hymnals, songs which promised them
“amazing grace” and gave them “blessed assurance” that they would “understand
it better by and by.”
indentured to the company store, came together in their little white frame
church to sing gospel songs from shaped note hymnals, songs which promised them
“amazing grace” and gave them “blessed assurance” that they would “understand
it better by and by.”
The caged bird sings.
Most of the time, we think freedom has to do with being uncaged,
with being in control, independent, and autonomous. Sometimes, though, life takes us into
experiences which strip-away our illusions of independence and severely limit
our range of control. The conditions of life prove stronger than our ability to
resist them. Illness incarcerates us, or
grief locks us up, or tragedy traps us, or crisis confines us. We’re caged.
with being in control, independent, and autonomous. Sometimes, though, life takes us into
experiences which strip-away our illusions of independence and severely limit
our range of control. The conditions of life prove stronger than our ability to
resist them. Illness incarcerates us, or
grief locks us up, or tragedy traps us, or crisis confines us. We’re caged.
What does freedom mean then? Familiarly, Victor Frankl wrote, from
his experience in a Nazi prison camp: “Everything can be taken from a [person]
but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any
given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” Freedom rests, finally,
not on the conditions and circumstances of our lives, but on the persons we are
and on the responses we make. We
have choices, even when caged.
his experience in a Nazi prison camp: “Everything can be taken from a [person]
but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any
given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” Freedom rests, finally,
not on the conditions and circumstances of our lives, but on the persons we are
and on the responses we make. We
have choices, even when caged.
I believe we can choose to cooperate with the liberating mercy and
sustaining grace which are at the heart of Love, a love I have seen and felt in
Jesus. That mercy and grace make it possible
to feel hope rising in the most desperate places, to sense joy’s surprising
presence in dreary and drab circumstances, and to taste sweet freedom in the
bitterest conditions.
sustaining grace which are at the heart of Love, a love I have seen and felt in
Jesus. That mercy and grace make it possible
to feel hope rising in the most desperate places, to sense joy’s surprising
presence in dreary and drab circumstances, and to taste sweet freedom in the
bitterest conditions.
Poet Kay Ryan said, “Nothing is exempt from resurrection.” Not even the caged bird.
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