He is my Maker. As an infant my parents and overseers did a lot for me. But as I grew, responsibilities increased, and I began to make decisions about how I behaved. I did lots of things.
Some I thought were good and much was not so good. I joke about the bad; I ought to be real about it and be ashamed and repent of it. But I probably won't make that decision just yet.
I make decisions, both right and wrong. I indeed experience the consequences, some sooner than later. But, I'm the one responsible. I'm the one who declines and receives what God gives me to
manage. I am accountable for ministering to those whom God has given me to see about; I am accountable for managing the gifts of the Gospel. That's neat!!
God is neat! He has His DNA
in my soul. It rests on the fact that Jesus bought me back from sin, death, and the power of the devil (now limited, that's neat!). His death and resurrection promised me to be saint and
sinner on this side of heaven. That's neat!
