I do not choose when I rise.
I do not choose when I rest.
I was afraid. I felt abandoned.
I sold myself and I have been bought.
I belong to my master.
I am a slave.
I do what he decides needs to done.
I work until he says to stop.
He is not gracious.
He does not care.
He only wants more and never seems satisfied.
He sneers and tells me I should be happy, I have everything I want.
A roof over my head.
Clothes on my back.
Jewels on my clothes.
Food in my belly, always food in my belly. I owe him, he tells me. I owe him everything.
I am looked upon with envy by other slaves for my room is large and my bed is soft.
But I do not sleep. Anxiety ravages my mind. I must work harder, my fears rise, what if my master chooses to abandon me?
I have no guarantee of his loyalty.
I have watched him throw out slaves on a whim, leave them with nothing and walk away without looking back.
How is wish I would have never sold myself in the first place or how I wish another master would have purchased me.
But a slave cannot have two masters.
A slave has but one and mine is money.
“No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money. (Matthew 6:24 NLT)
I suppose the question is- why do we try?
Having two masters is not like having two jobs. God is not one boss and money another.
It is the picture of a master and a slave. We don’t often see God the Father portrayed as master and yet here Jesus stands the Father who sent His own Son to redeem His lost children next to the slave owner named Mammon (money) who only and always wants more paper, more coin, more metal, more power and yet promises nothing in return. In contrast, the Father paid the costliest price to redeem my life, provides for me and loves me whole -heartedly.
The difference is in this example, the slave can choose it’s master. The lie is that you don’t have a choice. The truth is – you do.