What Does True Freedom Mean?

A Tale (Tail?) of Freedom 
 At the End of the Leash

We all know the saying—“At the end of my rope!”  But have you ever heard somebody say, “I am at the end of my leash?”  The other day, I used a 25ft flexi-leash for my dog—never a good idea says Caesar the Dog Whisperer because it gives them a false understanding of who is the pack leader, the boss.  However—I wonder!  I snapped the leash on my dog and within minutes she had wandered off the 25ft extension.  When she hit the end, she looked back at me—and if a dog can possibly register total shock, well….she did!  “How did I get way out here?  How did you get over there?  This is NOT how it is supposed to work.” 

Here’s the point.  Caesar hears dogs tell him that a short 6ft lead lines them up with the master, the pack leader.  They know freedom by being in a relationship—a certain tether.  If they are trained that way, and then they suddenly end up at the end of a 25ft leash—of course, “surprise!” 

 "Whose service is perfect freedom...."

Freedom is being in relationship. Are we “free” by just being able to go where we want and when?  That’s one type of freedom alright.  There is a beautiful prayer which reads “whose service is perfect freedom.”  In service to God, in that relationship, we know perfect freedom.  Freedom is not what the song says—just another name for nothing left to loose.