I am a slave of Jesus. Jesus is my Master (aka Lord). Jesus owns me. I have to be clear about that. Of course, slavery is detestable to us. Jesus and all the disciples were clear that is what we are. I’m going with Jesus on this.
As a slave, my role isn’t to take care of myself when the day is done. My work is keep at being a slave and taking care of my Master. A slave is who I am. If I was a servant, I could work for several people.
“Which of you, having a slave plowing or tending sheep, will say to him when he has come in from the field, ‘Come immediately and sit down to eat’? But will he not say to him, ‘Prepare something for me to eat, and properly clothe yourself and serve me while I eat and drink; and afterward you may eat and drink’? He does not thank the slave because he did the things which were commanded, does he? So you too, when you do all the things which are commanded you, say, ‘We are unworthy slaves; we have done only that which we ought to have done.’ ” | Luke 17:7–10 (NASB)
Jesus is clear. My role is to keep working all the time. My day is not done when my Master comes in. As in Matthew 25:22, as a slave, I want to hear “Well done, good and faithful slave. You were faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’
The focus is on obedience to commands. God commands that I love. I am to love God first and everyone else. It isn’t request that I can ignore. It is a command.