I was rather reflective at our church's Good Friday service yesterday. We had communion as part of it, so a bit of the previous day's Last Supper was in the reading mix along with a reading of not just the scene on Golgotha but the prologue with Pilate; his "What is truth?" sounds a bit too fitting for a post-modern age.
Eileen has a soft spot for stuffed animals and Cabbage Patch Kids, with them often serving as an alter ego from time to time. That thought had the word-play section of my brain working.
We as Christians need a altar ego.
The Last Supper passages on Communion are old-hat for veteran believers, triply so for those of us who go to churches who do Communion every Sunday. However, Jesus washing His disciples' feet often gets overlooked; that had the Boss of the universe in the role of a lowly servant, since foot-washing was a servant's job in those days.
That symbolism follow through the next day, as He became the scapegoat to end them all on Golgotha. A servant-leader writ large.
Reflecting on that should have us looking to do likewise, to have humble hearts kneeling at the altar, asking for marching orders from our Lord. Everything belongs to Him in the long term.
Tax day is less than two weeks away. A common cry of small-l libertarians is "It's my money, not the government's." No, it's God's money. You just have custody of it for now. That's not to say that taxes are at their proper level, but in the end, you're God's servant running His bank account.