Every year, at least one person asks me, "What is your favorite car?" For a several years, the answer was - a 1995 Mercury Tracer. With a puzzled look on the inquirers face, as if I misunderstood the question or they didn't hear me clearly, they would respond by saying, "A what?", or "No, really." I'm certain they were expecting me to say something like a Ferrari, Maserati, or Lotus. I explained, that the 1995 Mercury Tracer was my favorite car because it was paid for, I no longer owed the bank, and was not in debt to somebody for this car. I held the title. Now I can say the same about a 2001 Toyota Land Cruiser. Although it is very thirsty (11-13 mpg), maintenance has been nothing more than routine. And I hold the title.
I can't say that about my house. But someday, my car will succumb to the elements, and repairs on this house will be constant until its final day. But how narrow minded I would be if these things were my primary concern.
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For quite some time, I thought that I held the title deed to myself. Master of my own destiny I thought. I tried to own something that wasn't mine, and I hadn't paid for.
I am fascinated about a title deed that no man can fulfill the requirements to open it. It's for the greatest closing to come.
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Whose signature will be on the final close?
The word "Tetelestai", the final word Jesus said before he succumb to physical death in aramaic means ..."Your DEBT has been PAID".
Crowning of the Champion of Champions. I'll be there - ringside.
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