How do you barter with a God who has no needs?

Consider the richest man in the world. Every luxury, every accommodation with no rules, laws and every power at his disposal. You think of high rises, intense business meetings, expensive suits, nice cars, helicopters, private jets, personal islands, mistresses, exquisite cuisine, perfect physique and otherworldly skin complexion.

Consider the deadest man in the world. He is unable, unwilling and unquestionably without a chance or opportunity to change his situation; that is, death.

If there were a way for him to do so, there is nothing the dead man can offer the rich man to even begin to compensate for earning an ounce of his time. But clearly, he's dead, so he can't.


What I've failed to do here is give any sort of justice to explaining the rich man's wealth and circumstance and even how that pales in comparison to how much God actually doesn't need us. (Or lacked complete explanation that I can't really personify God or give him a parallel, because there is none). It's not like God, who always was, just got bored in His said existence and decided "well it might be nice to make some image bearers who can worship me." He didn't need to, He didn't have to. Yet, clearly, He did. He desired to. That's beyond me. I will spend the rest of my life trying to respond and understand and devote my life to God and still not get why He did so. That helps me when I'm so muddled up in everything else.

I pray. And I'm not where I want to be, but I'm certainly not where I used to be. And that's clearly, solely God's providence. And I can't barter, but He has made it so I can pray and make my heart open to Him. That's wonderful. Soli Deo Gloria.