A little while ago I was talking with our daughter about how some people around the world became slaves, & how it was so good that Jesus through His people (in a ministry called International Justice Mission) rescued them. As expected, she didn't quite understand it all, but a few minutes later I was taking off my shirt when she apparently thought I looked like some of the ex-slaves in the IJM newsletter we received) when she pointed out, "You're like a slave."
I responded with a smile & asked, "Oh yeah? Then who's my slavemaster?"
Still with her happy face, she answered, "Me... no, I mean, your wife."
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