Trixy Jesus!

So ever since Saturday evening I've had the song "Lay, Lady, Lay" by Bob Dylan in my head. It's a wonderful tune and I haven't minded it being stuck in my head playing over and over again because it seems to tune itself out when I actually have something to do. "Lay, lady, lay...lay across my big brass bed..." I really thought nothing of it or even where it came from or why I was singing it. Today I received the answer in my email Inbox at work. I'm singing it because Jesus doesn't like self-indulgent capitalism (mammon) either!

I receive a daily email from the Bruderhof Community and they always start out with an inspirational quote from some famous (and usually stuffy) person. The quote is suppose to awaken in one the interest for the subject they will be speaking about in a link they put at the end of the email. Well, today's Daily Dig quotes a Bob Dylan song. I'll just put the text of the email here:

Bob Dylan

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

Might like to wear cotton... might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, or in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
It may be the devil, or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You can't serve two masters. Which have you chosen?