Even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve.
Sitting under the bare branches of the pear tree on a gray morning, I pondered the meaning of life. “What’s it all about, God?” I asked.
“It’s simple. Be like nature. Serve others,” God replied.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Nothing in nature is there for itself, it is there for others,” God explained. That pear tree you are sitting under doesn’t grow pears for itself. It grows them for others to eat.
It began to rain and I rose to make my way back to the cottage. “Even the rain doesn’t fall for itself, it falls for those that need water to drink,” God said as He walked with me.
“I’ve never thought of nature that way before,” I replied. “How shall I serve?” I asked.
“Start by loving,” God said gently. “You can’t serve unless you love.”
I looked back over my shoulder at the pear tree. “Does it love?” I asked.
“Very much,” God answered. “For it is full of me.” He smiled and opened the cottage door for me. “After you,” He said.
“Thank you,” I replied and realized that God is something I can never fully understand for He is both master and servant. I walked in and shook the rain from my hair. “Let’s go sit by the fire,” I invited. And of course, He accepted.