The realization that I belong entirely to God both in life and in death, that I am not my own, keeps me going in the work that God has called me to do - health and health care among the poor. There is always a piece of me that I want to hold back, to keep for myself - a car, a house, kudos for a job well done - but God reminds me that everything I have, body and soul, belong to Him.
Initially that concept seems like slavery. God bought me with a price and I am forever indebted to Him. I am no...
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