During the 1800s the good women of Cornwall sent their menfolk down the mines well equipped for a day's labour. Frugal housewives took seasoned meats from last night's dinner pot and wrapped them in flaky parcels of pastry.
At the beginning of each shift, the uncooked pies were tucked into a small hot oven, purpose built near the mine's entrance. To ensure each miner reached for the right lunch, mothers or wives fashioned their initials on the top with a swirl of pastry - a true sign of ownership.
Leaving no doubt as to the rightful owner, each man was free to work knowing his pie would be there for him when he surfaced. It had his name on it, and no one could dispute it.
We have the same right today as children of God. We belong to Him because He has filled us and marked us as His own. Paul wrote to the Corinthians encouraging them to remember this promise.
It is God who makes us stand firm in Christ. He anointed us, set His seal of ownership on us, and put His spirit in out hearts as a deposit. guaranteeing what is to come. 2 Cor 1: 21-22
When the furnace of life threatens, do you remember the seal of ownership stamped by the Heavenly Father?
(photo source - rhubarb in the garden)