I am glad to be an American. There’s so much about my country that I’m grateful for. But there’s something that catches in me when we celebrate Independence Day each July 4. While I’m glad the United States is its own nation, I’m not so sure I believe in independence.
I am not an independent person. I am a very dependent person — and gladly so.
I need you. I need community. I need God.
I need food to sustain and enliven me. I need a sheltered place to lay my head. I need clothing to warm and cover me. And so on. My list of needs is ridiculously long.
I am not an independent being. My needs burst the bubble of any independence I might claim for myself. So, today, I declare my “in dependence.”