1 Corinthians 6: 12-20
“. . . you are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honour God with your bodies”.(NIV)
I am not my own. I’ve been bought with a price. The life that I live is no longer entirely mine. I answer to a higher authority. I 
belong to someone else. I have a Master, and I must remember that all my actions and inaction will be weighed in the light of His pleasure. Do they please Him or not? Do they bring Him glory?
I’m typing this in 2016. And it already feels somewhat bizarre. I mean, this is the age of ‘self’. Self first and all-about-me – isms. It can feel empowering and liberating at times, I must admit. Some of the themes resonate with me too like the one that says – I am responsible for my actions and my life. . True.
But the overriding truth is that as a Christian, I report to the Lord. I live my life in careful acknowledgement of His rules and His principles. I don’t want to deliberately flout any. Unlike most servant
– master relationships, this one is moderated by love. No, it is bathed, soaked in love. It is birthed in love. It’s like dipping an M&M ball into a cup of soft melting ice cream. Or pancake mix. This relationship is covered in love.
The God kind of love. Agape. Eternal love. The kind of love that says that even though He is my Master, He is also my Father. The kind of love that never gives up on our relationship – for agape love never fails. It hopes all things, endures all things.
So forgive me, if my concept of belonging to someone else offends your liberated independent self. I’m not afraid to admit this in public. I am aware that admitting it is also inviting you to hold me to the same standard and call me out if you see me not living true to these standards.