My grandson came home for three weeks last summer. Good friends of ours lent us their side by side to tour the trails of northern Maine. (He drove.) Being a seventeen-year-old, he wanted to try the limits of this recreational vehicle made for rough country. I had to hold the reigns tightly because it was borrowed. Had that machine belonged to me, I wouldn’t have cared if he wrecked it, as long as neither one of us had been hurt.
Borrowing something brings with it tremendous responsibility as can be seen with the account of the borrowed ax in Scripture:
2 Kings 6:5
But as one was cutting down a tree, the iron ax head fell into the water; and he cried out and said, “Alas, master! For it was borrowed.”
My very farsighted offspring suggested that next year we would buy our own ATV, so grandfather wouldn’t have to talk like Miss Daisy.
Think about it.
Gary