This is a photograph of an inscription etched into the black granite at one end of the Korean War Memorial which is a few hundred yards from the Lincoln Memorial on the National Mall in Washington D.C. This memorial is quite a site to behold and in many ways does more than a lot of the other memorials to put faces on the story of the events and people it commemorates. When I was walking around the monument and happened to glance up at the inscription it stopped me in my tracks and I knew I needed a picture of such a poignant and succinct phrase.
Within a few seconds of reading it my mind lept away from the realm of American History where wars have often decided who would be free and what shape that freedom would take to another realm; the realm of theology, the realm of faith seeking understanding and investing in relationsihp with God. I looked at the inscription and said it out loud to myself a couple of times. The more and more I thought about it the more I began to ask myself questions about its meaning. The final and hardest question that I was faced with in this moment of reflection was: why does freedom cost so much? I began to ask myself this question from the perspective of my faith. Why did Christ have to die in order that humanity and creation would be free from the tyranny and oppression of sin? Sacrifice is such a challenging and hard concept to wrap my head around. The cost of freedom in any and all circumstances humbles me. And so I simply pose my question to God and everyone else: Why does freedom cost so much?