Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things,...but with the precious blood of Christ. 1 Peter 1:18, 19.
In the old days, on the shores of the Mississippi, there was an auction block. Abraham Lincoln stood nearby one day and watched the tears flow and saw the heartache and pain of separation. He clenched his fists and said, "If I ever get a chance to hit this, I'll hit it hard." He did, and signed the Emancipation Proclamation with his own hand.
One day, before the Emancipation, old Joe, a slave, was on the auction block. He had seen too much, and he began to mutter under his breath, "I won't work! I won't work!" The bidders heard him, and bidding fell off. But one man continued, and paid good money for a slave who wouldn't work.
He led Joe to the carriage, and they drove out of town and down the road to the plantation. There, by a little lake, was a bungalow. It had curtains on the windows, and flowers, and cobblestones. The new master said, "Here's your new home, Joe." Joe could hardly believe it, but then he remembered and said, "I won't work." The mater replied, "You don't have to work, Joe, because I bought you to set you free." I always liked that part, but that isn't the end of the story. Old Joe fell at the master's feet and said, "Master, I'll serve you forever."
I see another auction block. I see people who know what it means to have the tears flow, to have pain and heartache and separation. One day Someone from the far country looks down and says, "If I ever get a chance to hit that, I'll hit it, and I'll hit it hard." And He did. He signed the emancipation papers for the human race with His own blood. He bought us to set us free. But we look up at Him and say, "We won't work, because we can't." Have you ever tried it? We can't work. And He says, "You don't have to work. I bought you to see you free." When you catch that, you go to your knees at His feet and say, "Master, I'll serve You forever." And you discover that things you could never do before can now happen because Jesus lives His life within.
I understand He has some bungalows, by a lake that goes on and on, and looks like a sea made out of glass. There are cobblestones and curtains, and flowers like you've never seen. He has them all for you and me.