I Don't Want to Serve Him

November 16

I was listening to a song on the radio today. In one of the verses, the singer was talking about serving God. And I realized I didn't want to serve God anymore. I'm starting to understand this shift that He is doing in my heart. I love him, and I want to be part of His Grand Adventure. If there is something He wants me to do, oh, I definitely want to do it. But for me, serve has a different connotation to it. Slaves serve their masters. We pay waiters to serve us. It is a contract, an obligation. When Jesus died on the cross, He gave me the greatest gift ever. He forgave my sins and gave me a future and a hope. He didn't do it so that I would serve Him. I have spent most of my life in some way trying to either be good enough to deserve what He has given me or pay Him back for such a wonderful gift. There is a beautiful German saying:

Your talents are God's gift to you,

What you do with them,

Is your gift to God.

Both ways are free gifts. God gives good gifts to us, and out of all the love that He has freely given us, we love Him back. It is a gift freely given.

I don't want to offer service to keep the scales balanced; I want to offer in love. Love flowing from a grateful heart.