Isn't it amazing how the Spirit knows right where we need to be touched.
Looking in the mirror lately I am finding
that I feel a tad overwhelmed by MYSELF....not a nice picture. :)
I don't recognize the image I see.
Nothing like confined spaces to bring to the surface what is un-pure and so unlovely.
Source: A Lamp For My Feet
"Slave" is not a word most of us nowadays feel comfortable with. It is significant that most modern Bible translations use "servant" instead. For a slave is not his own, has no rights whatsoever, is not in charge of what happens to him, makes no choices about what he will do or how he is to serve, is not recognized, appreciated, thanked or even (except by his absence) noticed at all.
Once we give up our slavery to the world, which is a cruel master indeed, to become Christ's bondslave, we live out our servitude to Him by glad service to others. This volunteer slavery cannot be taken advantage of--we have chosen to surrender everything for love. It is a wholly different thing from forced labor. It is in fact the purest joy when it is most unobserved, most unself-conscious, most simple, most freely offered.
Lord, break the chains that hold me to myself; free me to be your happy slave--that is, to be the happy foot-washer of anyone today who needs his feet washed, his supper cooked, his faults overlooked, his work commended, his failure forgiven, his griefs consoled, or his button sewed on. Let me not imagine that my love for You is very great if I am unwilling to do for a human being something very small.
Thank you for your prayers for my family and friends. All are doing fine...they have lost electricity but are faring well. My SIL who lives in N.O is out of the city and as long as the levees hold...her house will be fine. She is now safe and sound in Mississippi with her family.
And I just wanted to let you know that I got an email this morning and Pastor Bike, his wife and co-laborer have been released from prison. Over 50,000 people signed the petition!