Monday, September 12, 2016

Monday, September 12, 2016

Luke 7: 1-10

When Jesus had finished all his words to the people,
he entered Capernaum.
A centurion there had a slave who was ill and about to die,
and he was valuable to him.
When he heard about Jesus, he sent elders of the Jews to him,
asking him to come and save the life of his slave.
They approached Jesus and strongly urged him to come, saying,
“He deserves to have you do this for him,
for he loves our nation and he built the synagogue for us.”
And Jesus went with them,
but when he was only a short distance from the house,
the centurion sent friends to tell him,
“Lord, do not trouble yourself,
for I am not worthy to have you enter under my roof.
Therefore, I did not consider myself worthy to come to you;
but say the word and let my servant be healed.
For I too am a person subject to authority,
with soldiers subject to me.
And I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes;
and to another, ‘Come here,’ and he comes;
and to my slave, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.”
When Jesus heard this he was amazed at him
and, turning, said to the crowd following him,
“I tell you, not even in Israel have I found such faith.”
When the messengers returned to the house,
they found the slave in good health.

A mother baked an apple pie and placed it in her window. The aroma of the pie wafted over to a neighbor’s house. With a watering mouth the neighbor came and took the pie from the window.

“What are you doing with that pie?” the mother asked the neighbor.

“It smelled so good I just had to have a piece.” He replied.

“You did not bake that pie. It is not yours to do with what you wish.” The mother responded.

Can any among us say that they have created themselves? If I did not create myself then my body must not belong to me but to the one who created me. I do not have ultimate dominion over this body. I am nothing more than a steward of it. Like the centurion, I am a person subject to authority. I do not have the authority to abuse my body. If I were a woman I do not have the authority to destroy a life growing within me, a life that I did not create on my own.

I am not worthy to have Christ enter into my life and heal me of the things that are killing me. Yet, the Father is the author of all life and the only one with the right to give and take life. He made me and not me myself. I am his creation. He can choose to do with me what he wills. At his word my life is healed.

A good steward relinquishes control when the King returns. Am I a good steward doing right by the King or have I exalted myself to king?

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