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Present Day Slave

I was once a slave.

I was once a slave.  Not in the sense that I was owned by any human master, but in the sense that I was a slave to vices that submitted to. The common masters of the human soul today are sex, drugs and booze. These things all draw you back to them.  When we cling to them, they gain control bit by bit.  Little by little they own us until we are completely taken in by their powerful draw.  Then, the chains of addiction bind us until we cease to have any choice in how we live. We are hooked. We are owned.

In the USA where slavery was once an issue that divided the nation, it is no wonder we are sensitive to the word. Yet, we do not think it slavery to be enslaved by terrible, and deceitful vices? People have sold themselves into bondage for a little good feeling today.  In doing so, they disregard any thoughts for the future.  They would rather feel good for the moment at the expense of others future.  Listen to the story of the present day slave and his liberation…

When I was on the auction block, naked and in chains, my thoughts ran wildly from anger to fear to humility and back again.  Angered because selling one human being to another was wrong.  But it was really no different than selling myself to a life enslaved to wicked vices.  Fear because I was totally exposed to everyone.  Being naked, there was nothing to hide behind.  Humbled because there was nothing I could do to change anything.  I was the lowest of all human beings; being bid on by the various slave owners looking for “new stock” to work their fields and breed their females.

I was poked, prodded and examined.  Fingers picked through my hair and my mouth was pried open to expose my teeth for inspection.  Finally it came time for the bidding to begin.  I dreaded this, but my fears soared when no one bid on me.  The auctioneer kept trying to persuade people to bid on me, but no one did.  Amidst all of my shame, the worst, and most humiliating thing I had ever experienced was when I came to realize that I was unwanted by anyone.  Didn’t I have any worth to anyone?  Surely I was valuable for something.  If no one bought me, what would be my end?  Would I be put out to pasture?

The thoughts were interrupted when, when to the surprise of all present, I heard a voice say, “I’ll take him.”  It was crowded, but when I looked in the direction of the sound of the voice, I saw a common man making the only bid for me.  Encouraged by the bid for me, the auctioneer was renewed with enthusiasm to increase the bid and get more people involved.  It was to no avail.  No one else wanted me.  The auctioneer had worked himself up into a sweat, but no one would make a bid for me.

“He’s yours,” the auctioneer told the man.

“Take off his chains. You can have them.  I won’t need them.”

“He might be wild and attack you.  You never can tell with these kind of people.”

I had never remembered a time in my life when I didn’t wear chains.  It was strange and liberating.  The weight of the chains literally lifted from me.  I wondered why I had been treated this way.  What was the catch?  Surely nothing good was going to come from this.  “Come with me,” my new master told me.  I got down off the block and followed the customary 3 steps behind him.  I didn’t mind being totally naked because it meant the chains I wore all of my life were gratefully gone.

We arrived at the bath house where my master told them he wanted me cleaned proper.  That meant he wanted my beard trimmed, hair cut, nails and feet cleaned and scrubbed.  I had never been cleaned this way before.  As I wondered at the four people working on me, I realized that, in fact, I had never even been clean before.  It was fresh and new.  I knew then that I wanted to stay clean forever.  “Please follow me,” my master asked more than demanded.

Out into the street once again this time brought a tingling of envy on my part.  I knew I was naked, but I was clean.  The chains were gone and I was clean.  Into the clothing store he led me where he told the clerk, “Put on him the best suit of clothes you have in the house.  Money is no object.  I want him to have the best.”

I was being measured and prodded.  Pins and needles and markers were all about me.  Finally they brought out the clothes they had made for me.  I had never had clothes like this before.  The silk ran softly across my clean cool skin.  There were no restrictions in movement anywhere.  The best thing was—the color was blue.

I appreciated the coincidence of making my first new suit of clothing out of my favorite color–blue.  This very thought was overwhelming as I had began the day as a slave, the lowest of low, being sold on an auction block where, nobody wanted me.  I was totally worthless.  Now I was standing on the street, unshackled, clean with a new suit of clothes made in my very favorite color.

All of this was new to me. I still could not comprehend it.  There was a tint of joy mixed with cautious apprehension as my appreciation for my owner grew.

“Have you eaten today?” he asked.  I had not, but I hesitated to tell him so.  He had already done so much for me and I didn’t deserve any of it.  How could I take him for granted? “Come on, you can tell me if you’ve eaten or not.” he coaxed.

As was the custom of slaves, I dare not look him in the eyes.  I safely stared at the ground when he addressed me.  I stammered, not knowing how to answer him.  His rugged hands touched me under the chin and raised my head up.  “You can look me in the eyes.”

Looking in his eyes, I could see something that I had not seen since I was a child.  I first saw it from my mother.  It was the look of deep compassion coupled with sincere concern.  It was the look of someone who cared about me as a person and not an object.  It enveloped a kind of friendship, but I could not accept that my master could ever be my friend.  Those eyes looked deep into my soul in such a way that I knew everything about me was revealed.  It was as if my whole life was laid out before Him there on that street.

My life did not have much true joy in it.  It was filled with pain and suffering; things that I did not want to share with anyone because I did not want to confront them again.  There were things that I put in a hidden compartment of my mind because the only thing I could do to overcome them was to bury them deep into the compartment of distant memory.  His gaze seemed to open up all of those hidden compartments of my life and not only see the pain, but experience it himself.  I was not really sure, but I think I saw a tear well up in the corners of his eyes as he said, “come on, lets get you a meal.”

Off we went down the street.  Because he wanted to walk with me, it was impossible to walk three steps behind him.  The slower he went, the slower I went until he beckoned me to walk with him.  I was very uncomfortable with this because I knew people were looking at Him with disgust because of the way he treated me.  their comments were not nice.  They threw at him words that contained a terrible, hateful message.  These were the kind of words I was accustomed to hearing, but he did not deserve anything like this.  He was being punished for compassion and it made me feel defensive of him.  I did not know this new master very well, but at least I knew I was His, and I didn’t like what they were doing to him.

We arrived at the boarding house with a following.  The owners were not going to let me eat in the main dining hall because I was a slave.  After some deliberation, we went into the back room where slaves could eat.  He beckoned me to sit down, which I did.  Then the biggest surprise of all was that he sat down at the table with me.  The owners were trying to get him to go out into the main dining hall, but he would have none of it.  “I eat with my friend”, he said with a tone of finality.  “Master, you don’t have to do this,” I said.  “You’ve already done too much.  There is no need to embarrass yourself so.”

“It’s okay.  I want to be here with you.”

“Master, I promise I will wait for you.  I won’t run off.”

“I know you won’t.  But I want to eat with you.  I want to know you better.  What’ll you have?”

“Whatever you want for me to eat Master.  It’s not proper for me to choose for myself.”

“Waiter!  We’ll take two of the finest steaks you have.”

When the steaks came, I looked at it without knowing what to do.  He showed me how to use the knife and fork and cut it.  I had never been allowed to hold a knife before.  It was the first time I had ever held the cool steel in my hand.  No one had ever trusted me with a knife, especially one sharp enough to cut a steak. With a little difficulty I cut the meat and put it in my mouth.  The sensations were so active I could only think they were going to collapse in a type of fatigue.

Today was a day of firsts. I had never tasted meat like this before.  It was the best meal I had ever had.  I enjoyed it so much that I almost forgot who I was. When it was time to leave, I quickly remembered my place.  As we went outside in the streets, there were people waiting to persecute my master.  They didn’t like it that he ate with the slaves.  They thought it showed a wrong message.  They didn’t want to be held to His standards.  They wanted him to digress to their standards, but my master was courageous.  He stood up to them all and did the right thing.

Following him to the end of the street, the crowd thinned.  this is where it happened.  At the end of the street, he turned to me and told me something I will never forget.  He said, “I bought you so you will never have to be in bondage again.  You are free to do as you please.  Here are your papers.  I love you and I am sorry that you ever had to be in bondage in the first place.”  I was stunned.  Was I hearing correctly?  Was I being set free?  Did he really buy me, clean me, clothe me and feed me to set me free?  I had long since lost hope of ever being free.  It was so far out of reach that I had even refused to think about it.  Now I was being set free by a master who loved me.  I didn’t really know him, and now he was setting me free.

I hardly realized he was shaking my hand in a gesture of departure.  I was trying to come to grips with my thoughts.  By the time I came to myself, he had already turned and was walking away.  Again I didn’t know what to do.  I had no where to go.  If I went back to the world, I would certainly be put in bondage again.  I knew I didn’t want that, but what could I do?  I had never been faced with making so many choices. I knew I couldn’t stand there forever.  “Whatcha gonna do boy?”, a burly man watching with amusement asked.  I was being pushed.  People were beginning to surround me.  It didn’t take long for the world to catch up to me and press in.  They were mocking, pushing and demeaning.  There was nothing I could do about it.  Hands were tearing at my new set of clothing.  They wanted it for themselves.  They wanted me to return to my hopeless, naked, enslaved position.

It came to mind suddenly.  When I had no thought of what to do, I wanted to cry out for my master, but he had gone on.  If I really wanted him to be my master, why had I not followed him?  I was so infatuated with my freedom, that I forgot Him.  Pushing through the crowd, I went after Him. After a short time, I caught up with him.  I had never wanted someone to be my master before.  I had always despised those who were proud of the title.  But this time was different.  I knew I wanted him to be my master.  “Master,” I cried.  He turned to wait for me.  “Can I come with you?”, I asked.

“You don’t need to.  You’re free now.”

“I know.  You gave me my papers.”

“You can go anywhere you want to go.”

“I know, but can I follow you?  If it’s okay with you, can I be your slave?”

“I didn’t buy you because I wanted a slave.  I bought you because I care.”

“I know that now.  But I want to be your slave.  I want to follow you.  I want you to be my master.”

This is the attitude that a sinner who has been saved by the Lord Jesus Christ should have.  There should be a deep desire for devotion to their master.  Under grace, He has put no requirements on the sinner.  The Lord bought us, cleaned us, fed us and clothed us; then He set us free.  We are free to do as we wish.  We can run off back to the world; we can follow selfish ambitions; or we can follow the master, not because He demands us to do so, but because we appreciate what He did for us.

Many Christians today have it all wrong.  They approach a relationship with Jesus because they are looking for what He can do for them.  Like those who demanded food from Jesus were disappointed when He would not give it to them (John 6:34-66), Christians today fall away when God doesn’t do exactly what they want.  They are the master of the relationship instead of allowing Jesus to be the master.  Yes, they may speak like He is the master, but their actions show a much different thing.  They go to certain churches because they are looking for a certain: children’s program, support group, bible study, activities for the family, marriage counseling, etc.  They are what is commonly know as “church shoppers.”  They are looking for the perfect place where God can give them what they demand of Him.  God may not ever give them what they want because it goes contrary to what He wants.  He wants them to freely follow HIM!

Confused Christians have their masters.  If they are not the vices of the day, they are the programs a church can offer.  It is not the Creator.  If He was their master, they would be willing to forego the programs and sit under good Godly preaching that would help them.  Preaching that would show them where they are right as well as show them where they are wrong.  They would not let personalities in the church dictate their attendance.  They would not care if someone said something bad about them or not.  They would only care about following the Saviour who rightfully bought them, cleaned them up, clothed them, fed them and set them free.  They would give up their freedom for a devoted life of following Him no matter how difficult it would be.

I would that every Christian reading this article would be able to say, “I am glad to be His happy slave.”  Why?  Because He doesn’t demand it.~