I was walking on a trail near my new (temporary) residence... (this is why I've been gone for a couple weeks: I moved to a different state and most of my belongings are in shipping right now. I will move into a permanent place in about 2-3 weeks and then I will possibly begin posting regularly.)..... and I was thinking about how dog owners clean up after their dogs. They walk them, feed them, literally pick up and throw away their feces... who is the real owner here? It sounds like the dog pretty much has their "owner" serving them. And I kinda laughed about it to myself.
But then I realized that in many respects, the same is true of God. I call him master and lord, and yet if you really look at the situation he does quite a lot more to serve me than I ever do for him. Lord and teacher, we call him, yet to this day (I need not speak of the crucifixion) he serves us every day through grace and mercy in our lives, through the food that we eat and the air that we breath, as well as the grace to live lives worthy of honor. Who is the real master here? Who is lord?
I'm not really going anywhere with this, it's just a thought. I will be back to Phantastes shortly.