Freedom is never free–not even in fandom.
Dobby, Fred, Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius, James, Lily, Remus, and Tonks are just a few of those who lost their lives in the battle for freedom from the Dark Lord. Not one of them lived to see that freedom ushered in to the wizarding world, but they all made it possible.
Finnick, Mags, the old man in red overalls from District 11, Bonnie, Twill and many more died to set Panem free from the duel terrors of Presidents Snow and Coin. None of them see the free Panem, but their lives and blood free countless generations from the tyranny of the Games.
In this nation, the United States, our freedom wasn’t free. Those of us blessed enough to be born on this soil take for granted the bloodshed it cost to make this the “Land of the Free, and Home of the Brave.” Home of the brave because without brave, selfless souls wiling to sacrifice themselves for others, there would be no freedom.
But, as we celebrate our independence today in the United States–a nation that some argue is becoming less and less free–I’m reminded of a greater sacrifice and greater freedom that is available to all. No matter our nationality, race, gender, citizenship, political party, Jesus died once and for all to set us free from the tyranny of death. Jesus is freedom for everyone who chooses to trust in Him. It was with this freedom–freedom from the power of death–that many of our forefathers fought and gave their lives for this great nation I call home.
You see, freedom–true freedom in Christ–it not only sets us free but gives us the bravery to lay down our lives, desires, and best interest to set others free.
What would the world look like if more of us were truly free?
For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. ~ Galatians 5:13
He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby’s front, and that he had stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass.
“Dobby, no, don’t die, don’t die -“
The elf’s eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words.
And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.” ~ Deathly Hallows