I am a free man. I am in bondage to no one. I do what I want.

Really?

“Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servants ye are to whom ye obey…?” (Romans 6:16).

That certainly makes sense — I am servant to whomever I obey.

So, do I still say I’m a free man doing what I want?

Well, here’s the rest of that verse:

“…whether of sin unto death, or of obedience unto righteousness?”

Hmmm. That sounds like either I am servant of sin or a servant of obedience to Jesus.

If I serve sin, it is to death.

If I obey Jesus, it is to righteousness.

I here and now declare again that I yield myself as a servant to Jesus.

Here is what I emailed a couple of close friends last night:

    Is there no break for us?

    Or peace?

    Or rest?

    Things continue to pile on. I must be a difficult learner or a tough nut to crack or something.

    We have a Refuge, I know.

Now this morning I read this:

“We glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience” (Romans 5:3).

May God give me His perspective on tribulation because I’m certainly not to the place (yet?) where I glory in them.