Getting ready to write Sunday’s sermon, I’m thinking about Slavery. What am I a slave to?
“You are slaves of the one you obey, either of sin, which leads to death, or of righteousness, which leads to life.” — Romans 6:16
Am I a slave to fashion? (no laughing, just because you’ve seen my wardrobe). Am I a slave to other people’s opinions of me? To food or drink? To my ability to produce? To make people laugh? The possibilities are limitless. . .
Maybe it’s true that the human condition is one of enslavement. I suppose masters are like parents. We should pick them wisely. But we feel like we have just about that amount of control, don’t we?