Bryan

Am I cog? While a simple question, superficially speaking, it has lead to a great deal of uncertainty. If I am a cog, what size of cog am I? Am I small? Am I insignificant? Am I scarred with a number of designation? Have I been given a number at all? Do I serve a purpose? If broken will I be repaired or replaced? What purpose do I serve in this machine? Do I have a purpose? I hope, am I capable of such an undertaking, I believe I hope to be a part of the Master’s time piece. A small part to be sure, but a most valuable part, for all the parts in a time piece are valuable. As the other cogs carry on their tasks they may pull me, they may bend me, but for the Master, I will keep turning. Who is this Master you ask? Why are you asking me; I am just a cog? Cog or not somehow I know He’s there and while that maybe a simple explanation for someone as wise as you it is all that I require. It is here dare I say I hope again that if broken I would be repaired, reshaped by His patient and precise hands to fit softly and smoothly back into position. But, if I am just a cog, I will never know what mechanical wonder I am in. Maybe I am a piece of a weapon; something that brings death and destruction to the world. Maybe I am piece of machine that has been discarded. Is this my end; laying on a refuse heap continuing to function because it is the only thing I know to do? The mind of a cog is a strange thing. I may not know any of the answers to my questions, but I know that I would rather think about the Master’s watch. Oh wise reader you may ask, “why not imagine something more important for yourself?” Besides pointing out the obvious that you are again asking a question of a simple cog I will attempt to answer your inquiry by saying there is no sense in imaging about the greatness and awe that exists within His world. I simply want to make sure that the Master has the correct time. As a cog with this responsibility I will go with the Master everywhere He goes. I will be pressed against His body. I will hear the beat of His heart all around me. He will look at His time piece fondly and with appreciation that all is in order. He may not see me specifically, but that’s ok. He knows I’m there; working, turning, and serving.There is no greater purpose that could be imagined for a cog.Maybe I am not a cog…