On a recent Sunday morning meeting, we looked at the passage of the master and servant (Luke 17:7-10). In it, Jesus says to see ourselves as servants who accept his humble station, not as the master who expects to be waited on hand and foot. This poem confesses that I usually see myself as a master. Becoming a servant is God's healing of me.
When I Was The Master
When I was the master
I always felt depleted,
belabored.
Though I worked hard, I craved
comfort above all else.
When faced with a fork in the road
I listened to the voice of entitlement,
the one that asked, "What do you deserve?"
and chose the road marked "Me".
My highest calling was to develop my skills.
It all boiled down to my benefits.
When I was the master,
I became a slave.
Did I choose or was I chosen?
I don't know but one day
my shackled life ended.
Myself no longer the highest goal,
I became a servant instead.
Sights set on another,
I had nothing, yet I had everything.
Every need provided for
and every situation an opportunity
for life roots to dig deeper
in ancient soil.
It was a shift in perspective.
Nothing was ever the same again.
