A Special Kind of Freedom

A Special Kind of Freedom Our friend Rob sometimes recites a parable about a first-century man who was walking home one night after dining in a nearby village. At one point he encountered a fork in the road: if he took the left path, he would come up against a Roman military outpost; if he veered right, he would find his way home. It was dark, and he was a bit tipsy, so he accidentally took the left path. He soon found himself at a wall manned by a Roman guard who yelled down to him, Who are you, and what are you doing here? The man didnt answer. Who are you, and what are you doing here? The man looked up at the guard, How much are they paying you to do this? The guard was silent for a moment. A hundred denarii, he eventually replied. I will pay you double to come to my house every morning and ask me that same question. When we strive to question everything, our actions become more deliberate. And when we live deliberately, that’s a special kind of freedom. Subscribe to The Minimalists via email.