“For these faithful believers, the name “Christian” was much more than just a general religious designation. It defined everything about them, including how they viewed both themselves and the world around them. The label underscored their love for a crucified Messiah along with their willingness to follow Him no matter the cost. It told of the wholesale transformation God had produced in their hearts, and witnessed to the fact that they had been made completely new in Him. They had died to their old way of life, having been born again into the family of God. Christian was not simply a title, but an entirely new way of thinking—one that had serious implications for how they lived—and ultimately how they died.”
(Slave, John MacArthur, 9)
If Jesus is my Lord, isn’t it best that I view myself as a slave with all that that word implied in the first century?
How would your life change if you saw yourself as a slave to Christ rather than a voluntary follower?
Does your spirit cringe from these thoughts or desire to run to them and in them?
Cf. also: Piercing an Ear as Worship