There once was a Present.
A beautiful Treasure, wrapped in swirls of silver and gold.
Given with the greatest of ceremony to the One who already owned what the Gift contained.
He had possessed it long before He held it in His hands.
He had spent every moment of every day for the last three decades earning the title which rested easily upon His shoulders.
Master.
The Gift was a response, an acknowledgement of His integrity, His trustworthiness, His very nature working itself out in the minutiae of life.
i can give Him no greater fortune, than this simple, yet profound Respect.
It will direct all of my actions, all of my speech, all of my thoughts.
In His presence or away, He deserves nothing less.
Rule 41: i must never show disrespect towards my Master in any way – no matter where i am – in his presence or not.
