Some years ago, I had some business cards printed; that was in the days before Vistaprint bargains. Current address and phone number. Useful information about me. Designed to impress. Right?
But a short time later the phone company–bless their pointed little heads–arbitrarily changed my number, and I was stuck with quite a stack of expensive and useless business cards. Useless unless I scratched out the old number and added the new one in some blank spot that looked better bare.
Of course, with my handwriting, I’m not sure I could have fit the new number anywhere on the card.
The way to impress? To put it in the colloquial, not hardly.
So I called the phone company. “You changed my number. My business cards are worthless now. You owe me some new ones.”
“Sir,” they responded with somewhat less than the sympathy I’d expected, “that’s too bad. But you don’t own your phone number. We do. So we can change your number at our discretion. And we are NOT responsible for your useless business cards.”
Thank goodness the phone company couldn’t take away my address, too, although I suppose that probably didn’t actually belong to me, either.
Have you ever tried sticking something in your mail box–yours, as in you bought it and you put it up–that wasn’t genuine mail? You may not have gotten in trouble over it, but the Post Office–more blessed, pointed heads–considers that box to be for their use only. The person who purchased and put it up isn’t free to use it as he pleases. He doesn’t really own it.
When we send checks to pay our income tax, we’re apt to question whether our earnings ever belonged to us. Methinks it’s not exactly a matter of “The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away.”
Some things just aren’t ours.
Not even our bodies. Not even this aging seventy-two-year-old body I claim as mine. As if anyone else would want it. . .
Whoops! But the Bible says the body is the temple of God’s Holy Spirit. It’s His to do with as He pleases.
But how can He inhabit or fully utilize a temple that requires so many different prescriptions just to function at what too often feels like just a minimal level? How useful can I really be at this age and stage of my life?
Hmm. Probably every bit as useful as He wants and enables me to be. If I weren’t accomplishing something in His name, no matter how modest, He would probably decide that keeping me alive was pointless.
Like phone numbers, addresses, and mail boxes, my life is something to use wisely and appropriately–as if it were really mine. And I should be thankful God hasn’t yet flicked the on-off switch. And I am…VERY thankful.
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